You're my blood

You're fat

You're ugly

You're stupid

Don’t feel bad because they called you names or had rude comments

 

Ask them if they're okay because they bully you like someone once bullied them.

They feel bigger than you but in reality they feel as small as you when they're the one being picked.

Your suppose to be my "family"

 

I shouldn't be your punching bag.

 

As you go for that uppercut I begin throwing up all the blood that has gathered in my throat

 

But you

you keep punching the bag which is also know as me.

One day when some is smaller than me I hope I'm not like you  punching someone right in their gut because I'm different than you.

Better that you and I,

I'm surely not going to be like you.

 

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