The Bully’s Mind.
What drives anger,
is the demon that lives within a mans soul.
a demon that takes it toll,
on the user.
Much like a drug, it turns one into an abuser,
to change our person,
our thoughts
our means,
of what is right and wrong.
Of what that is left is good,
for the better of ones thoughts.
A smoke, a mist, a fog of trickery
a mix up of belifs, to cause a stir in ones own head.
Projected towards the weak, and the kind.
this is what goes on,
within the Bully's mind.
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