No one knows me behind the screen,
Hiding behind the username.
I'm free to make a scene
I did the wrong things for my fame.
I didn't realize the pain
My words had caused
I didn't know they were seared in her brain
If only my hate spreading could've been paused
Now I'm left to deal with what I've done
Justice is served
The victim has won
My life has curved
And while the victim sat there crying
A part of my soul was dying.
A/N: I've never been a cyberbully, and for victims or past bullies, there are better ways to deal with your issues than the internet. Don't go around making other's hurt to help 'heal' yourself. And victims, it'll get better, don't worry. There are people, whether you've met them yet or not, who'll fall in love with you. So don't worry, it'll get better!
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Pain of Truth and the Beautiful Lies
PoetryThis is a collection of poems about truth, what it's like to be in someone else's shoes, and the problems with our society.