There is one thing about bullies,

That I know to be true,

And that is how they feel about themselves,

Is how they treat you.

 

A girl I once met was insercure,

But said she was not,

And so by bringing me down,

She tried to influence how she thought.

 

Boys who laughed at my brother,

While pulling out his chair,

Were only pretending,

That they didn’t care.

 

Sharp words nestle in,

All the places you were secure,

Leaving you wondering why other word’s,

Have the power to make you feel bitter.

 

 

You never outgrow bullies,

You are never too old to feel like less,

But the truth about bullies is:

They treat you with the feelings they  never confess.