She wears a smile upon her face
For all the world to see,
But this is not the face I know –
The one that’s meant for me.
The words she speaks are caring words
When she wants the world to hear.
Her victim does not hear these words
But her brutish words are clear.
This heartless individual
Hides deep beneath her veil.
With malice she will strike her prey;
And with hateful words assail.
The weapons that she uses best
Are not the knife or gun.
Her words are tools that will assail
And bring this bully fun.
She’ll isolate her chosen prey
With covertness and guile –
For humans want to feel they’re loved
To make their lives worthwhile.
With deft and stealth her cruelty works -
Her victim knows this well –
And though her smile’s seen by the world,
Cruel demons in her dwell.
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