A/N: So... I went through my old writings and found one titled 'Bullying'. I decided that I'd post it on here. Let me know what you think. Thanks!
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A mirror is used as vain of beauty.
People use it to keep themselves 'young'.
Yet, the mirror is also used to see the physical scars inflicted on the poor souls.
Bruises, shredded tears, punches, unwanted memories are all seen by the mirror.
Who caused the precious souls to feel terrified of those their age or higher?

Bullies cause precious souls their pain.
Upper people tend to pick on the lower people.
They live to see them as weak, as its their strength.
Why though? Whu should we consistedly let bullies win?

Delicate and fragile are what these souls are.
One mis-step and their hearts are instantly shattered.
Pieces scattered across the room.

The mirror can't lend a helping hand, but we can!
All we have to do is stand up to the bully.
We can't let them win.

Rolling the dice, we're playing with our luck.
Bullies get the glory.
Victims get the beatings.

Can't we all get along?
We don't have to be enemies.
If we all became friends, bullying wouldn't occur so much.

Perhaps, we could even have a bright future ahead of us.

A/N: That's my poem on Bullying! Your thoughts?

Have a great day/night!