Bullies of My Past

Oh, how I love the way you treat me,
Putting me down, as if you don’t know,
Keeping me, from who I want to be,
Acting like it occurred so long ago.

I could name a few names, but choose not,
For what good would saying these things do,
Oh how conniving you seemed to all.

What made you become so mean and shrewed?
After all these years you weren’t caught,
Scheming to make a brand new plot,
Think of what an honor it is to haul.
Your parents should be so proud of you.





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