Is it because I'm not the brightest? Is it because I'm not the most bubbly? Is it because I'm not unbelievably loving? Or maybe... Is it because I exist and that alone?
My dear sweet bully,
Do you like it when you hurt me?
Does it quench your thirst when I struggle to hold back my tears? Are you satisfied when you become one of my many fears? Do you keep an eye open for the knife that may end your night? Or maybe... You just like it when I'm vulnerable and broken because you feel better about your cracks.
Finally, my undying bully,
What would it take for you to stop bullying me?
Do you want my bloodlust craving blade to open your throat? Or maybe just a kiss to end your petty attention to me...ew Maybe you don't want anything but to be better, because you envy me... Or maybe... I disturb you because I remind you of who you can never be...
So let me ask you one final time... Daddy, why must you bully me?