Comeback, By Brian37 (AKA, Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

In those awkward years, living under fears
Of words, razor sharp, wire with bloody barb
No armor, vulnerable, I was

The tackling dummy, an easy mark
I wanted to turn green, rise up like the Hulk
And vanquish my tormenters, unrelenting

They were, and their quill full of insults
Belittling, berating, laughing, taunting
I was always wanting, to respond

Split second, in the moment
To come up with something
A comeback, to silence them

A bombshell gem, quick wit
Make them split, make them quit
Make them go away, without delay

If I could advise that isolated self
Clumsy, tearful oaf, who had no help
I would tell that me, it is ok to be

Me, in the skin I am in. I would tell that me
They will not amount to be anything more
Than a bad memory, they won’t last

Long since past, you’ll move away
They will have no say, your prison break
You will escape that tyranny .