I'm scared of being weak,
Afraid that someone might see.
Someone might call out my flaw.

So I stand up and fight,
I hide behind words of spite,
All because of insecurity.

I never look behind and see,
Never see the trail of hurt following,
Not hearing the cries.

My name is Bully.
I make myself strong,
No matter what.

Turning my eyes away,
To afraid to say,
I'm sorry.

Because that would be weak,
And I'm not weak.
No matter what.