Feelings of betrayal.
Is there any way,
to see the difference that she was.
You know it wasn't easy.
Bullying, like a secret word,
whispers on the wind.
The shadow of shame.
The day before the tears,
that never came.
Nightmares I relished to see,
the night's I stay up.
It's not the wind of the sea.
Sometimes I think it helps,
the bully know.
Knowledge is,
and of a child it starts
with only you.
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