Bully
Clad in white robes, you dance on the of a pin. Face dipped in powder, you cry your crocodile tears. Lips painted red, you whisper our darkest secrets... Â Â Â Â Or so the story goes.
Ever since I was a child, I've been watching your little tricks. You think that you can hide it, but I know what makes you tick. You're trying to bully us, but I have been bullied since I was six. Â Â Â Â And that's the thing you don't know.
You want to step on my head? I'll show you how it really looks like. You want to stab our backs? Watch what you're drinking in that cup. You're leaving too many footprints, I can tell where you're heading to.     And two can play this game.








