Their words are like knives that rip you apart,
they cut, tear, scrape, and stab you in the heart.

They want to seek and destroy the weak,
and they misuse the meek.

They hit you and kick you until you bleed,
and they never help those in need.

They are lurking around every corner waiting to attack,
and they always come at you from the back.

But, it is time for them to be put back in their place,
and we need to show them that we are all a part of the human race.

They like to manipulate for no reason,
but we need to show them that bullying is out of season.

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Basically, this poem was inspired by God. Sure, I was bullied in the past and still am, but God is using the talent that He has given me to reach out to others. Remember that bullies are that way because they were either bullied themselves or their home life is miserable.