Though I hate them,
With all my heart and soul,
I cannot escape,
From that tiny little bully in me.
Though I hate to be mean,
I sometimes wish to be,
And I hate it.
I wish I was perfect,
But,
Sadly,
I am not.
I sigh,
And whine,
And am something I am not.
I still am a bully,
Whether I like it or not.