The Bully

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is not an excuse, it's not a reason to's an explanation in order to better understand those that bully.

Submitted: July 01, 2015

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Submitted: July 01, 2015



My bruises are hidden and my mind is a mist

When I feel threatened out comes my fist

My home is a hell; my future so bleak

Cared for I’m not so attention I seek


The smells of this world are damp and so dark

My only palace is the swings in the park

Most avoid me and I wish he would too

I would like to speak out but would it seem true?


I listen for help; from the crack in my wall

But no-one comes; they know nothing at all

I oppress others as a release of my hate

I am alone and there is no escape


Everyone else has a hand to hold

This world is so dark, so sad and so cold

Why do I have to live with anger and strife?

I am a bully and this is my life…

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