Why? What have I done to any of you?
My friends of many years, why do this?
Am I just sport & fun in your eyes?
Or is there a deeper reason I can’t fathom?
How chatting as a group can quickly turn,
As the call goes out for punishment.
Trying to escape, but too many strong hands
Preventing my desire to be free of pain.
A man at each arm, as I struggle to break free.
Soon joined by another at each leg
As I am unceremoniously lifted, ready.
As one they move me to a position of maximum pain.
Rigid metal rammed into the very centre of my being.
Causing waves of pain with each new thrust.
Struggling, writhing, unable to end it.
The grip of injustice is too strong.
Then, as if their pleasure had finally abated.
I am released from their bondage,
Able to writhe in agony unhindered
Unable to comprehend any semblance of meaning.
Was this punishment deserved? I think not.
Where does their desire spring from?
Are they all deeply disturbed?
Don’t believe so, as they’ve been friends for years.
Have I done something to offend,
Or does being “Popular” give them license
To cause pain & humiliation to any they deem
Requiring it, for their own entertainment?
Often have I pondered these questions
Without ever coming to a satisfactory conclusion
As to the reasons for their behaviour
Other than to brand them as bullies.
Most concerning of all, for me.
Why did my friends do this to their “friend”,
And what on earth possessed me,
To still be their friend for years to come!
Was I so insecure that I had to be with
The “Popular” crowd, & hang the cost.
Did I fear rejection & loneliness,
Or was I so blinded by friendship to forget their ill will?
Even today I look back at that terrible time
Wondering about my strength of character.
Only to realise, I was a fool at the time
But the experience has made me a better man.