canibemyself
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Dear Bully,
I feel sorry for you
you must feel so helpless
so alone
so hurt
that you must hurt others
so lost, so confused
that you have no other way to act
to lash out
I am beaten.
I am broken.
I am forced into a mold,
with no hope of escape.
With an iron grip they hold me.
My actions,
controlled with impatiance and cruelty.
But my mind remains free.
If you arent in a sport,
You aren't "popular."
If you don't smoke or drink,
You aren't "cool."
If you read away reality,
You are a nerd
If you fail a class,
What I have trouble with constantly
Is what I am ashamed of the most
People look at me and say that girl is so extraordinary
She can be herself without worrying about being ordinary
The Bully
I hear their ugly words, echoing in my head.
Ugly…Worthless…Nobody… I wish you were dead!
Words cut deep, can’t you see?
