I hide behind the computer screen
Making snide comments
Remarks
I don’t have nothing better to do
Than to harass you
I’m anonymous,
You don’t know my name
I love to insult as I conceal
Rather conceal than reveal

I’m on Youtube, I’m on social networking sites
You don’t know me
Yet I talk trash day and night
I’m rude
See, this is how I spend my time
See me in every rhyme
This is me
I keep the chair hot
I type and I type
Making your stomach overturn
Making you gripe
Wish I knew how to act contrite
Do something better with my life
Be a wife to my husband
A husband to my wife
A child to my parent
A parent to my child
Work, tend to family and friends
Cause the only way we can
Make amends
Is if and when
I act older than ten

I cyber bully
I do it for fun
Hoping to get your attention
To see what I’ve done
I’ve yet to grow
I’ve yet to spurt
I’m so ignorant that
The truth doesn’t hurt
But it won’t stop me
Til I mess with the wrong one
The day I’ll no longer think
Harassment is fun

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