The steel blade makes a gash,
A deep slash.
Blood pours down the drain.
Am I pretty now?
I cover who I truly am.
I hide myself from the world.
I ask you...
Am I pretty now?
I have had my fair share of battle scars.
Heard words that stung like bees.
Each time we hear those words, we ask ourselves:
Is it true? What did I do?
You make us weak.
You break us down.
You make us think:
Am I really ugly now?
Look around,
Take a good look.
We hide from the world,
Because of your words.
You make us feel unwanted!
Like a disease that can be contracted!
What gave YOU the right,
To make us feel like this?
I never understood why,
People talk like this.
Have they got no heart?
Have the got no soul?
What makes them feel,
Like this is all right?
To make others suffer,
With no friends in sight?
What gives them the right,
To make fun of us?
They don’t know us.
They don’t know what we have been through.
The worst part is,
After you realize you’ve pushed too far.
They are gone,
And they are not coming back.
You mourn for their loss,
But why bother at all?
You are the one,
Who caused it all.
They might have grown up to be brilliant,
But they can’t.
They were robbed of that chance,
As soon as the first word left your mouth.
There is one word that describes you perfectly.
BULLY!
Your ruined their chances,
At a thing we call life.
It’s your fault.
They never did anything.
Why them?
What made you choose them?
It’s really disgusting.
What you did.
You know that,
Right?
How do you feel?
Proud? Happy? Accomplished?
Or do you feel ashamed?
Think about it.
YOU JUST MADE SOMEBODY
END THEIR OWN LIFE!
It’s all your fault they are gone.
So think to yourself,
‘What Have I done?’
I ask you...
Am I pretty now?