There is a limit to endure, 

Calling names isn’t fun, 

You aren’t safe, if I ain’t secure. 

Can you all be a bit mature? 

Realise I am only one. 

There is a limit to endure. 

I am not very sure, 

Of my survival, when belittling is spun, 

You aren’t safe, if I ain’t secure. 

My thoughts become obscure, 

When you say, “I have just begun.”

There is a limit to endure. 

Your mockery makes me feel insecure

And pierces me like bullets from a gun. 

You aren’t safe, if I ain’t secure. 

The weight of your taunts make me inure, 

Forcing me to just run

There is a limit to endure.

You aren’t safe, if I ain’t secure.

Image Courtesy : Shilpa Gupte – @arty_gemini50

Poem written for the weekly prompt PoeticStylesbyGowri in Artoonsinn Poetry Parlour

Poetic Style – Villanelle