Silent bullying

A false friend.
Sickly sweet in the group.
Talons strike at you.
The target – you.

Poisonous barbs.
With no visual marks.
Only emotional sting.
You cry silent tears.

Such cunning cleverness.
You cannot proof.
Seeming like a joke.
You bear the laughter.

When confronted.
A hurt look.
An apology follows.
You become the villain.

Lesson learned.
You remain silent.
You tolerate the barbs.
One day truth will unfold.

By C.E. Pereira


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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