Dear Mr. Bully,

 

Walk through the doors at 7:00am where I look around and see mayhem,

All these people stand by,

While this helpless kid gets verbally abused, I don’t know why. 

 

You think you don’t cause any harm,

Then why are all these boys and girls hiding scars on their forearm.

 

Slut, bitch, fag, etc. etc. you think these words have no impact?

Well in fact,

One day those kids get fad up and say I’m done,

So they come to school the next day with a loaded gun, killing everyone who ever hurt them, one by one. 

 

You make fun of him because of the way he looks,

When in reality his family can’t afford nice clothes,

He’s just grateful for the money to buy a pair of old textbooks. 

 

Don’t judge one another by the color of their skin,

People don’t choose their fate, whether they’re fat or thin,

Or if they’re gay or straight.

In the end nobody is happy and nobody will win. 

 

As you scream in my face and make fun of my race,

I realize you are crying out,

Your dad has a month left to live, and you just found out. 

There are plenty of other scenarios out there,

Of why kids get bullied, or why most people just don’t care. 

 

You hide behind the safety of your keyboard and make my life a living hell,

Oh well. 

 

People walk up to that kid,

Ask him, how you doing,

He said he’s fine,

Hey kid who you fooling,

We all know you lying,

Because inside you crying,

Mr. Bully keeps on supplying,

All these insults that make you want to cry.

You prescribe yourself medicine:

Drugs to get high on, or just to die on,

What happens when your supply is gone?

A bed of knives to lie on?

All you need is a shoulder to cry on. 

 

Next time you get in the way,

You shall heed my wrath,

Wrath being me not giving you the satisfaction,

My reaction will be to not take any negative action.

Instead taste this bitter interaction with complete dissatisfaction. 

 

Some people’s brains work different then most,

When he was young he was diagnosed,

Doctors told his mom he had Down Syndrome.

But you two aren’t that different,

The only thing different is just one chromosome. 

 

Oh my, he is so alone,

But a smile on his face is all he’s shown. 

Your actions have been sewn,

You’re crushing this boy’s heart as if you were a massive stone.

What this boy will do next is unknown. 

 

Take a look in the mirror,

Look at what you see,

What do you want to be?

Man of the year?

Man who wont shed a tear?

Or a man who inflicts fear?

 

Be the best you can be.

Just be a tree,

Start with a strong foundation,

A divine proclamation,

Grow today,

Grow tomorrow,

More people will follow,

Grow to be the best you can be,

Be better than before,

Than again, its just a simple metaphor. 

 

One last word of advice before you beat that kids face,

Continuing this awful crime,

Make the world a better place and remember my rhyme. 

 

 

 

Sincerely,

 

– To whom it may concern.