DEAR BULLIES

Dear Bullies

Why do you have to push me around to make yourself feel better?

Dear Bullies

Why does pushing me around make you feel better?

Dear Bullies

Why do you have to look at me with disgust

For living as the person I am instead of

Just accepting it?

Dear Bullies

Why do you think that it is ok to drive someone to cut their skin.

It isn't paper! It isn't meant to bleed just because

You want to make us feel small.

Dear Bullies

Why do you think that a person's waist defines them?

You drive us to skip meals, wither away until we are

Nothing more than bones underground.

Dear Bullies

Why do you think that just because they're the one who did the deed

Means that you did not kill them yourself.

Their blood is on your hands.

Dear Bullies

Why do you think that it is so wrong to be different from you

And why do we have to play by your rules.

This game is sick and twisted and we don't want to play it.

Dear Bullies

You disgust us, but we don't fight back because we are afraid.

We are afraid of you. Can't you see that you are a monster?

Dear Bullies

Why do you feel the need to break us even more 

When some of us are already shattered? Does it feel good to crush us?

Step on us like welcome mats so that you can say

"I have power"?

Dear Bullies

We are done.