I was a bully
Not my best accomplishment
I was a bully
And I put up a good fight
I torn people down
Cause that's what they did to me
In the end I caused more pain
Now look at me
I was a bully
I hurt people's feelings
Beat them day to day
What for?
It hasn't gotten me anywhere today
I was a bully
I don't quite know why
Maybe because I was bullied
Maybe because it was fun
Did I like seeing others hurt
Of course not
But it was better to be the preditor than the prey
I was a bully
I stole people's things
Called them losers
Punched them in the face
I was a bully
Got me in some trouble
If I could go back now
Start over
I'd chose to be the prey
Because a lot of my favorite friendships ended
The day I became
The bully.
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POEMS FOR THE BROKEN
PoesiaHere's a collection of some of my best works. I'll publish a page at a time.. there probably not worth your time anyway but here ye go...
