My best friend, the bully


We once met, a long time ago
Where Good times last
And friendships grow
Before I knew it,
You knew me
And you then showed me
No mercy.

When I begged you to stop
You laugh and say,
" That's cos Iam more pop! "
And continued your horendous doings
like lifting skirts
And taking belongings

And suddenly one day
Your actions are found childish
And suddenly, Iam no longer bullied
By you.

I could just be so mean to you,
Just like you were to me.
But the memory of that pain
Holds back any revenge I planned
Instead, I feel much stronger
By offering you a hand.




~Its true. Memories of Sec 1.