Poems about Bullying

Bullying, why do we bully ? Is it because we feel that we are strong Or is it because the wealth that others fond
You ask me to write a poem about myself, how I look, how I feel Well here it goes, this is me and for starters- I am real.
I am human 
A normal day at school and your friend is just walking, As the bully behind him, starts talking.
It's funny, really, How we all say that we are nice people. It's funny, really,
My mother says that I came out like superman, With one arm forward. From the second of birth I was defiant.
I ate me alive,
When I was younger, I was always tormented by the the shade of words the other students threw at me.
Alive but barely... staying breathing I lose myself in the constent meaning that I am me...  but who is me?

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