Bully
you pick on the innocent
pray on the weak
leave the unwanted in your dust
harming all in your path
they go home
bruised and beaten
filled with tears
a lump in their throats
still breathing
still a love in their hearts
yet they have more strength
than you ever will
Copyright © Courtney Webb | Year Posted 2011
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