I know a bully,

JR is his name,

He thinks he’s so cool.


I grew up with him,

5 years together,

Every day at school.


I cringe when he’s near,

I wait for comments,

For words that are cruel.


I know his secret,

He tries to be tough,

His “friends” are his tools.


Little does he know,

He can’t affect me,

I won’t be a fool.


But every bully,

Has something hidden,

Problems that fill pools.


I won’t understand,

How he feels inside,

Kindness is my rule.

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