A big bully, hoping to change
a lifetime of regret.
Did things he never wanted to,
said things he never meant.
Every word would hurt.
Every action would bleed.
He may have tried to be kind,
but he'd still plant a bad seed.
That seed would grow and grow,
causing so much pain.
Useless, stupid, piece of crap,
here his name-calling would begin.
He did not understand what was wrong,
for used to it he was.
His jokes and insults, plain and true,
without a hint of remorse.
His position was not known to many.
Known to less, the cause.
For his word of hurt was not to others,
but to the mirror, it was.
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