Dear Bully,
You have friends, cool clothes, money,
I have none of that. Why?
Because my clothes are hand me downs,
I pay the rent for my mom who got fired,
I don't have time to hang out
and refuse to go against my morals just to make friends.
Isn't it just lovely how bad my life is?
You sure think so.
You tell me every day.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Bully: The Story of Victims
PoetryA combination of letters written by victims to the bullies in order to help prevent depression, self harm, bullying, and bullycide.
