untitled, by Anonymous

Welcome Bully

Aren’t you ashamed

Of what you do?

Kids going home, crying

Feeling like an outcast

And ashamed, practically dying

Afraid of who they are

You were mean

And said horrible things

But you’re okay with that

Bully is what you are

Nice and simple

Making people weak

Driving “your” sportscar

And the number of victims increases everyday

Are you OK?