Poems By A Nymph Drunk On Words

The story of A bully

The bully.
He wasn't like the other kids.
Well that's what they thought.
Everyone looked at him with fear in there eyes.
The very look of him made them pee.
He was strong and fearless.
Well that's what he made them believe.
He hit people and bullied them.
Not that he had some hatred towards them.
No, he wanted to feel some kind of strength that he knew he lacked.
He tried feeding his fears with the fears of others.
He tried so hard that he lost his true self.
The personality he showed outside wasn't the one he possessed.
He created such a bad aurora so that no one can come close to him.
He did all this to protect him from anymore damage,
Cause he was broken and if he let his guard down he would crumble.
So he created the bully in him.
The bully was his fictional personality that protected his real self that was broke.
For at home he was once a innocent child who seek love,
Instead
He was bullied at home,
He was hurt and abused.
He was his real weak self at home that is why.
He lived in fear in his house
Cause the people over there made him feel weak and useless.
He was nothing but a broken child.
No one knew that though,
No one knew how everything he had put them through
He was being put up with at home.
He did all this to feel some power,
The power he lacked at home.
And with all his strength he built the bully
That kept him safe and strong.