Dear Bullies

Maybe it’s time for me to talk about it. By it I mean bullying. Bullies, maybe they don’t know what they’re doing. Bullied, definitely don’t know why they’re doing it. Question, bullies what they hell? Bullies do you think pointing out the biggest insecurities of a person is fun? Do you think putting down the biggest group of people with anxiety is cool? Do you think making insecure kids wanna die is funny? Dear bullies, this is a poem or letter for you. I can’t speak to you personally because there’s too many of you to count. There’s more of you than there are insults to say to someone. All of you are using cliches to insult us, why? No new material? Dear bullies, for all the people you’ve put down, you should know this. None of us are alone, we stick together we are the only ones that will understand. And for all the people that have been bullied before, even if you don’t admit it. I’m sorry, sorry for everything that you had to go through. You don’t deserve that, but you’re not alone. Believe me when I say, you are NOT alone.