Bully
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I know a bully,
JR is his name,
He thinks he’s so cool.
I grew up with him,
5 years together,
Every day at school.
I cringe when he’s near,
I wait for comments,
For words that are cruel.
I know his secret,
He tries to be tough,
His “friends” are his tools.
Little does he know,
He can’t affect me,
I won’t be a fool.
But every bully,
Has something hidden,
Problems that fill pools.
I won’t understand,
How he feels inside,
Kindness is my rule.
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