Dear Bully,

I feel sorry for you

you must feel so helpless

so alone

so hurt

that you must hurt others

so lost, so confused

that you have no other way to act

to lash out

to break, punch, slap

to feel something other than saddness

to feel the rage

the anger

the wraith

in your own personal hell

you put others in with you

you break apart people's lives

break their soul

their heart...

then later you look around and see...

that you are still all alone

and then you wish

that you perhaps could feel 

what its like to be

just to be nice