Bully

Location

11377
United States
40° 44' 28.7988" N, 73° 54' 13.1364" W

Their drug addiction is a prescription for hate.

So use to being withdrawn and rejected.

Always the ones to discriminate.

Not one to be socially connected.

 

The world doesn’t quit this hateful atmosphere.

Arms of hate hold them back from life’s true bliss.

This hate that they hold has been around for several calendar years.

A hate more potent than the smoke of cannabis.

 

Bullies use their crippling words to defeat.

Torment the weak and spineless day by day.

At home or at school they always get beat.

Suicidal thoughts stretch far like the Milky Way.

 

The bully is immensely unwanted by family and all.

They wash it all away with dad’s alcohol.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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