The day you turn the bully is the day you truly lose—

Not a game, not a fight, but the battle with yourself you choose.

The day you turn the bully is the day you set

Your own respect on a dusty shelf, where your better self forgets.

This chapter will slowly ingrain

A derelict, echoing kind of pain

That settles deep within your chest,

A quiet rot you can’t arrest.

And rather than acceptance, your heart will learn

To dance to a beat that twists and turns—

A muffled rhythm meant to hide

The cruel relevance you hold inside.

Day by day, a soul will fold—

From afar, it may look torn, or old, or cold,

A piece of scrap worn thin by fear,

But each new crease makes something clear.

For every fold reveals a side

Of who we are, of what we hide,

And zoomed out, the scars we see

Become intricate human origami—

Built from hurt, yet somehow free,

A fragile, fierce geometry.

But here’s the truth that bullies miss:

Power never blooms from this.

Taking light will dim your own;

Breaking others breaks your throne.

So choose the harder path to take—

Lift the hands you could’ve made shake.

Mend a crease instead of tearing it through.

Because the day you choose kindness—

is the day you win you !!