Dear, Bully
For I do not see, I still feel.
The pain that you have cuased me makes me feel unreal.
I don't understand how you could be so mean.
I try hard to ignore you, becuase i'm a strong teen.
I know that you don't know, my feelings inside.
When you say these cruel words to me, it makes me want to hide.
Most people just stand by, and don't say a thing.
All of your friends laugh at me, and treat you like a king.
You call me names, like "stange little freak".
All the names you have called me, have not made me weak.
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