Dear bully,
Stop coming to my house.
Stop cooking for me.
Stop crying.
I saw you.
Crying on my door step.
You should be happy.
You helped me hate myself.
And that's good.
I deserve it.
YOU ARE READING
Dear bully
Teen FictionKayla the victim. Jason the aggressor. Kayla can't say what she wants to say. But she can write it. So she writes And writes. And writes.
