Dear Miss Bully
She looks in the mirror
I tell her she's ugly,
She puts on a dress
I say that she's fat
She tells me her problems
I say to leave me
She puts down her blade
I pick it up back
Everything good
I snatch it away
But I feel no qualm
At least not today
For one thing I know
Forgive me she will
She has a huge heart
Too big for stand still
Broken like glass
Alone she stands
A victim she is
A bully I am
No I am not proud
Of what I have done
For I am a bully
And victim in one
Copyright © Shabana Hunte | Year Posted 2018
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