Casandra Vice


Bully.


You push me down,
As you tear me apart piece by piece.

Satisfactory grows in those non-gregarious eyes,
As you watch me fall,
But as the story goes,
I couldn't stay down long.

Now I'm rising to the top as your heart is breaking,
I watch you sink to nothing,
Your satisfactory fades.

You can't hurt me any more,
I'm in control,
I watch as you flee now.

Submitted: Sunday, October 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013
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  • Khairul Ahsan (10/15/2013 12:12:00 AM)

    Good that you got up! Life has its ups and downs. Those who mete out unfair treatment will themselves be at the receiving end soon, just a matter of time!
    'With what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again'
    So, justice and fair play,
    Is the call of the day! (Report) Reply

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