I am the bully.
I wonder why they turn away from me.
I hear screaming and cries for help and of pain.
I see fear embedded in the eyes of the bullied.
I want to know why they dare not cross paths with me.
I am the bully.
I pretend that I do not hear the cries that demand that I cease my attack.
I feel angry, misunderstood, and trapped.
I touch the skin that I inflict pain on.
I worry that this may not be the right path to take.
I cry, for people don’t understand the hurt that I endure on the daily basis.
I am the bully.
I understand that they may be scared but they don’t have to show it.
I say that the bullied are not important,unintelligent and weak.
I dream of when they will understand where I come from.
I try to control my emotions,but to no avail.
I hope that by inflicting pain on others,an answer will arise to my dilemma.
I am the bully.
