Uraptora

You approach me like a hungry tick, I grab my cube of Rubik. You say I don't care, couldn't give a flying flick “Uh-huh,” as I solve the first face, click click. You ask what I's do or say if you died I'm sick of hearing the same threat time after time. You say you're not as strong as me, that I'm too harsh. That I wouldn't understand bullying if it bit me in the arse. Well I have some words for you, let me shed some light. I was bullied for the first eleven years of my life. “Stupid, fat, ugly, good-for-nothing, nobody loves you.” If I had called you any one of those, it would split you in two. Every stinking day I de