For a laugh, we all come forward,
The one who jeers at you
Does it with all his heart
Mean or careless fun
It makes you cry anyways,
For him it’s fun, just another reason to laugh
And you just another victim to crush.
For all, he’s the center of attention
The brave one; the fearless.
And yet for you he is mean,
The bully who’s born just to hurt you
And make you feel small for all.
You run away, sobbing
Cursing with all your might,
Wishing he would just die, and later wishing yourself to die.
Don’t waste your tears honey, nor your might
All you need to do is,
Laugh along, like the rest of us
And none will be small.
Soon you’ll see, there’s no right or wrong
It was just that insecure you, who wouldn’t let you laugh.
~k~
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