Rants and Rambles

Dear Bullies

This is a sort of poem I wrote to those people we all know exist. I wrote this to those Bullies in the world. Also, please note it is not the normal type of update I do. And by the way, I don't normally to serious poem-ish things, so don't judge if this sucks.

Dear Bullies,

Why would you want to hurt someone? Why would you think it's funny if someone cries? Why would you think it will make you a better person to leave someone in fear when you approach?

Why?

Does it make you feel better about your life if you're scarring people? Does it clear your conscience to cloud someone else's? Does it heal your wounds to cut someone else?

Does it?

How does it not haunt you that you're shadow leaves people running? How does it help you?
How does it seem enjoyable to hurt someone beyond repair?

How?

Can't you see the ghosts in their eyes? Can't you see that what you say never truly leaves them? Can't you see them flinch when someone tries to touch them?

Can't you see?

I hope you know that it does not make you a better person. I hope you know that it does not make you cool. I hope you know that you are not stronger when you call someone weak.

I hope you know.

I would've wanted you to feel what they feel when they cower in fear. I would've wanted you to know what they see in you. I would've wanted you to hurt like they have.

I would've wanted you to.

But if I did, who am I to say these things? Who would I be to defend them? Who would I be to reprimand you? Who would I be to say these things, if I wished someone to hurt, someone to feel pain?

I want you to sit back and think of the pain they went through. I want you to sit back and think of the scars you have left in their soul. I want you to think of the tears they have shed over something you have said. I want you to think about what you have done. I want you to have a tear run down your face for every insult you have said. I want you to realize how you have hurt them.

I want you to.

I want you to care.