It's Bullying, Not Teasing
It's Bullying, Not Teasing
"Teasing is good, bullying isn't"
This is it, nothing anymore
If you think the same
Let me tell you there's so more.
So what, if I tell you
That your waist is vast
Or your chin is skinny,
That your hair is like a nest
Or your pimple's shape is funny.
I am your friend
Isn't it just a good friend's advice?
I want you to look fabulous.
So what, if I praise you
At the same time being jealous.
I do praise you sometimes
Isn't it that what matters?
So what, if I always tell you
How to dress up
Or what cosmetics to use.
I am your big sister
Isn't that what I should teach?
So what, if I always lookout
For the right moment
With the right amount of crowd,
To mock your squeaky voice
Or to show them you don't smile.
I am your neighbour
Aren't these my social rights?
So what, If I don't care
About the silence that you hold,
When I give you golden advice
With a cheeky smile.
You are a keen listener.
It feels good and equally right
After all, I am helping you
To be a copied version of mine.
Hence it's not bullying
It is just teasing with a positive spirit
Here I finish my lecture
After keeping it for the past four months,
You know I could just
Hold things for like two days.
Meet me more often, okay?
Maybe It's your time to speak
Or not, whatever.
The other one's perspective-
I listened to you till the last.
Now that it's my turn
I think you're right
I am up to no good
And there's so much I got to try
So I looked at myself
The way you do,
I couldn't feel your feelings
Not a single one
Are you sure they're true?
I did feel a bit of hatred
And a sense of imperfection
Sure I'm getting it wrong
Because you meant it different.
The next time when you told me
All over again
I listened to it to find out
What I missed earlier; and failed.
So I remained silent last time,
Earlier and earlier to that too
Maybe because I couldn't become
Your copied version who speak out bluntly
And hurt all in a queue
I am a keen listener and a reader as well
All the good books have taught me
"Hard work", "goal" and "purpose"
None of them ever asked me to
"Look good", "fake smile" and "be perfect".
You may have a purpose in life,
But I got a different one
And probably the better one
At least for me, if not for others.
Your words might have worth
For someone like you
I don't enjoy them clearly -
Read my face.
So if you still keep doing it
Just because I won't hurt you
And you love it.
I might speak out one day
And I will tell you that
I am so sorry I can't be you.
You are so beautiful and perfect
In every aspect and I accept,
Except your nose has grown too long
It keeps coming into my business.