I never understood bullies. I never understood why people are so mean. I never understood why the bullies would pick on me and why no one ever tried to help me or even tried to stop them from bullying me. Was it because I am fat or because I wear glasses? Because I scared you whenever I spoke my mind so you had to bring me down. Was is because I stayed in the same grade for two years in a row. Was it because I was too nice when I would hold the door for all for you to pass by. Or when I came to ask you if you were OK when I saw you crying all alone. Tell me why? Why was I called by such mean things left out when we would play games or even judged by so many people. What did I ever do wrong? Well, why ask now right after so many years. Who would even remember what they did when they were kids. Who would even remember my name. It's all in the pasted now and the past never hurts. Are I not right "friends" of mine.
Sorry if same words are miss spelled or grammar is not to good I'm to lazy to rewrite it. - author
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