Dear Bully

Dear bully,

You control every aspect of my life and have contaminated my brain.

Make me feel so small that I start to accept that I'm the one to blame.

I'm sick of being the victim of your fun. I can't take it anymore.

When will it stop?

You keep nudging me and nudging me. Feel like I'm seized in this flow

brawling to suspire.

Aiming so hard to keep my head up but damn

I'm immersing in this sea.

As I walk down the hallway, I feel terrified

As I make eye contact with anyone, I can feel my core race,

Hoping no one looks at me as you do.

I may be frail, I may be uncool

But you find pleasure in watching other individuals suffer

and everyone chuckling around in the crowd watching someone get bullied,

You're all just as bad too.

I want you to know that your terms don't impair. They bleed.

They're not just marks on my skin. They slash deep.

Invade my mind and spook me in my sleep.

They are the only reason for my non-stop anxiety.

Thanks to you I have started walking with my head down,

Always recoiling when someone's around.

I had a voice and an opinion,

but you've muted my sound.

So how about you spend less time deeming people

and more time trying to comprehend them.

Try a day in their shoes.

This one is for all the people who are pushed and shoved.

Constantly brought down,

made to feel they're not good enough.

Who despite their troubles,

Force themselves to go to school,

That's the true definition of tough.

For those of you going through a tough time right now,

I just want you to know that no matter how dark things get,

Don't give up.

You're loved.