Telling me I'm weak. Won't make you stronger. Telling me I'm ugly. Won't make you prettier. Telling me I'm dumb. Doesn't make you smart. Telling me I'm the useless one. Won't make you better that me. Bullies are weak people. Who pleasure in other's pain. I may not show it on my face, But to me, your actions stain. Bullies are people who don't know how To be friends or to love. Bullies are people who always put themselves above, Because that's all they know to do. They don't know sports or art. Thier talents are few, thier minds are dull. I feel sorry for bullies Just because All they know is wrong.
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