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To the Bully

December 14, 2013
By Nelly_15 BRONZE, Dunbar, West Virginia
Nelly_15 BRONZE, Dunbar, West Virginia
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If everyone was nice we could all get a long.
Too pumped up on drugs, and influenced by songs.

This world is corrupt.
Not many know right from wrong.

One cannot find peace in war.
One cannot find love in hate.
No, it is not okay to do everything on the first date.
Did no one ever she the world that one should not discriminate?
It is bad to judge others by their race.

What is the point in violence?
Their is no silence in your hatred.
Every thing you do makes this bed you have to lay in.

Your conscience can haunt you.
I pray for the day in which no one knows what it is like for every one to taunt you.

Practice makes perfect; we should practice love.
Rehearse a couple verses directed from the one above.

Who intended on a fake world ?
Look a little deeper into the reason of conflict.
People call her ugly, and she does not have the guts to tell ’em “stop it”.

For those who said it to her might look nice on the out side,
But if you take a look into the eyes of a bully, you might be surprised.

They're like mummies.
They've been hurt.
They use their pain as a bandage.
Being all wrapped up hides all the damage.

But a mummy, like a bully, rots on the inside.
They may look powerful, but they aren't really alive.

Breathing in hate kills the soul.
I search for love, and love stands bold.
If you could see what you’ve done to the weak
would you be proud, or would she shed a tear ?
Would it affect you if I said someone who's gone is watching you as you stand here?

If their are more people doing harm then their are spreading love
then we better run for cover
before we're all covered in blood.

You hold your gang signs a little higher,
like your proud of your destruction.
But acting like your tough is a volcano eruption.

One piece of molten lava after another.
It'll get to the point in which so many burnt bricks have been thrown you don't speak to your own mother.

To the ones, including my self, who've done wrong -
When you hurt someone, it makes it hard for them to get along.
It's like when you're on your knees it feels better to crawl -
But when you stand up, and reach out a hand,
A few piece of the puzzle fall.
A few smiles grow.
Giving someone a hand
is like giving someone who is lost a couple stepping stones.

Think before you speak.
Words are deceiving.
They eat at the core of what ever you may be dreaming.

I don’t think anyone is seeing the light that I follow.
It’s like they’ve all carved a smart remark in the bark, and now their hearts are hollow.



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