She's Her Own Kind Of Bully.
She stands looking at herself with eyes of pure hatred.
She picks out every flaw, every mistake;
She burns that thought into her mind.
No one can bully her the way she bullies herself.
Any criticism they have for her she's said to herself ten times over.
Any pain they cause is nothing compared to the scars on her body.
She's her own kind of bully.
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