The Bully-Yard

The timorous me

Could harm you any meekly

Then why do you feel so threatened?

Due to my presence

You hover and surround

I don’t wish to be around

I don’t wish to be seen

Or a witness a second when you pay heed

I am done with your jabs,

Your roughneck attacks

Poking, stabbing, choking and shoving

All of these are no more scaring me, infact

For this time I must stop being palled

And tell you to bring to a close

For if I let you run over this time

I shall never stand again

All it would take is loud Nah

And I must make an exit from your Bully-Yard.

For:http://poetryjaam.blogspot.in/2012/05/bully.html
Prompt: Bully