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Diary Of A Bully
I watch him clutch
His silly staff,
The way he looks
Just makes me laugh.
His glasses hide
His hazel eyes,
So no one knows
How much he cries.
I don't know why
He looks that way,
To be noticed,
Some people say.
He has no style,
He isn't cool
He doesn't fit in
With the kids at school.
I trip him up,
Laugh when he falls,
No one answers
To his calls.
He's so tiny,
I'm so big,
I could snap him
Like a twig.
I don't know what
I'm going to say,
When his mum
Comes in today.
He's moving away
To another place,
So that I'll
Get off his case.
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