Bullies.
Tall, short, stocky, or tall,
What matters is not on the outside at all.
They prey on your fears
And makes meals of your tears.
Bullies, yes,
That’s all that they are.
They are not better,
They are not more,
They are just angry,
For you be their downfall.
You need not run from who you are,
For you are as they were once.
Good, happy,
Funky pants and bright colors,
They hate you not without reason see,
For you are who they wish to be,
A good, happy, better them,
Funky pants and bright colors,
Good thoughts brought to voice,
And good heart brought through,
All that is needed,
Is for you to be you.