Bully

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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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