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I'm A Bully

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Published: Oct 16, 2014

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I tell them they’re ugly,

I tell them they’re dumb,

I tell them they can’t do anything,

Anything at all.

I smack them upside the head,

Make them sob and cry.

I tell them they’re not worth it,

And maybe they should die.

I don’t know why I do it,

I don’t know why I try,

I guess I’m a bully,

But only to myself.

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I've discovered through numerous therapy sessions that I am my greatest bully. No lie, I literally rip myself apart each day. So I'm trying to fix it, to tell myself something good each day. It's helping, little by little, but it's a start to stop feeling this way.

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