They mocked me, with their mud-filled mouths ,
They shamed me, with their soul-less swears
They insulted me with their inert indecorous ideas
They degraded me with their damned demeanour
And I let them , let them pull me down
I cried each time they commented
I frightened each time they fooled
Frightened that my move will attract more hate
More comments, more insults and many more shames
Them mockery was like a push,
A push down the tall tall scraper
Every word, as if pushed me closer to the edge
The harder I tried not listening ,
The harder I tried resisting
the harder it got to cover up emotional fears of mine
On the edge, there I stood, resisting them.
Atleast trying to, trying too hard.
Then it struck me and I stopped.
Stopped resisting. Stopped trying.
And I only stood there.
But as was obvious, they didn’t stop.
They pushed me down,
for their moments of laughter.
The fall, it was scary,
Scarier than death I must say
it was all the more overwhelming, in a way
As I had stopped caring.
I had given no more ears
No more insecurity
No more bullying
No more pushing
I landed with a smile and a bounce
Dropped in the lap of a trampoline.
I had survived the fast fearful fall.
Saviour of me, the trampoline.
Two new things for this tall tall scraper
The trampoline, my newly found attitude
And I, a wiser feminine