You see
them; you feel that tight pull in your stomach
It spreads
all over you like a sickness, right down to your toes
You ask
yourself- what did you do to them?
The answer
is nothing
In reality
Bullies are just cold, unfeeling piles of waste waiting around to be reduced to
dust
They call you
outcast, odd one out, unusual
Bullies are
outcasts themselves
They are
outcast from the real world where you cannot control people by fear
They are
trapped
In a place
where they can only gain power by tormenting innocent people
So we ask
ourselves what did I do to them?
© Joe Horton
