Mean People in Life ~ Poem

I met a mean person as I walked on my way.

I was strong, but he knocked me to dirt.

I then became weak, so he spat on my face.

I stood up and he stabbed me to hurt.

I did what he said, then he changed his mind.

I changed my mind too. He went back.

I went back, but he laughed from there way behind.

I pulled tight, then he gave it some slack.

If I gave up, he would laugh at my weakness.

If I was strong at all, I wasn’t right.

If I’m strong he’ll just hurt me again in the darkness.

My trouble seems to his delight.

No matter how much better I then became,

It was never good enough at all.

No matter which side I took around him,

I was wrong and thrown into a wall.

When you meet a person that’s prideful and tough,

You should never talk to them that day.

For they’re never wrong, and you’ll learn soon enough,

They’ll knock down anyone in their way.

Tara J. Howard

Copyright 2014