09-15-2010, 07:21 PM
Well, every so often I feel the need to get my poems out there, and get my feeling out in writing. But rather than diary entries I go for poems when the mood strikes. It's very rarely that this happens, but when it does, this will be where I post them.
The Bully
Having a bully is an awful thing
Oh what hatred they can bring
They're awful, full of spite
Trying to make you take up the fight
It makes you feel so sad
When everything turns you sour and bad
But don't fret
They ain't won yet
Keep your head held high, turn the other cheek
It will probably be someone else next week
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