The bully

Shane, I'm waiting
For you inside the bathroom stall
Anticipating
Your footsteps coming down the hall

As I stay still
Something makes me ill
My eyes grow wide until
They fill with tears

Visions haunt me
Just as they did when I was young
My poor father
Was given Robert as a son

Robert being me
Shamed the family
Slow as slow could be
While his father had a PhD

Please have mercy
I'm doing everything I can
Robert Senior politely
Asked his son to stand