Dear bad boys what is it that makes you bad

What makes you call the silent kid in the back a Fag

Little do you know his mom is home struggling with depression that is slowly seeping into his Sister who refuses to leave the house

You treat them like dirt in fear of what you are becoming

The victims will forever wonder if they'd done something

But it’s all because of the image

The image of what is cool and accepted

Where did the good guys go

The ones that said please and thank you

Or even just a simple hello

The ones that stood by you through the divorce and the hardest days

High school molded you like clay

They took something pure with much potential and shaped you into what they thought people would like  

Then laid you out to harden and dry

But you’ll crack eventually it’s inevitable

Us girls don’t swoon when you whistle at us like an owner trying to get their dog to come to them

What makes you think being treated like an animal is what a girl wants in a relationship

I am not your bitch

When did you become so close minded

You text me and say you love me

The next you said you made love to me to your buddies

The boys pat you on the back and congratulate you while the girls stare reminiscing in the horrific thing I did

Now they see me as the bad girl

But not the one that gets praised for being bad

But the one that is so disgusting you refuse to even look at her because it’s sad

Instead you keep the rumors going without a second thought if it was true or not

I should never have said I loved you

It was the way you fooled my young heart

Maybe instead of a bad boy you’re a hustler on the street playing games

You convince me it’s simple and easy with nothing to it

Then you trick me leaving me with nothing but shame and an empty heart

Tell me is it so hard to say I look beautiful or even nice?

You say you compliment me all the time but a slap on the ass and a sour ” you look sexy lemme Hit that” does not make me feel beautiful

What have you become

This bad boy image should not have overcome the good guy you used to be

I don’t know why I stayed

Maybe it was because I was afraid

Of what you might say to others

Or because deep down I know someday you will change

Why do you care what the world thinks of you anyways

What happened to it just being us

When we would walk the dusty and crowded halls entrapped by all the noise yet somehow you still listened to me

You stopped that

You said women don't deserve to be listened to because the upper class lacrosse MVP was preaching it at practice

Well what happened to my preachings

The ones where I said everyone should be equal and have the same rights

The ones where no one should have to put up a fight to feel comfortable and happy in their own skin no matter the gender or color

I think that in society we care more about what others think of us rather than the ones who really do care about us.

And I get it

It's hard to brush off what people think about you

But if we can try to be accepting of one another then maybe the bad boy image with feather away

And you will no longer feel like a lump of hardened clay.

I miss you

I know the good guy in you wants to come out

Society just needs to take away that self doubt.

This is my goodbye letter I decided it’s time I stop giving in to the bad boys.

But when you decide to be kind again and make the right choice then id love for you to send me a letter

Yours truly,   

      You made me stronger