The bully
Lunch time he is there throwing food at me.
Before school he is there stabbing me with a pencil.
In the bus he is there choking me with a sit belt.
At the park he is there giving me that dirty look
In my dream he is there giving me nightmare
In my life he is there destroying my goals
On Facebook he is there writing negative comment about me.
He will always be there until you get help .
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