The Stain

A fragile figure, torn inside.
You search and look for a place to hide.
You despise them all, each and every one.
Not for what they've done,
but for what you've hidden.

You're sick, so sick,
So twisted inside, you search and you look.
But there's no where to hide.
You know what you are, you know what you've done.
So you tear down other, for amusement and fun.

Do you think letting others know their wrong,
Will make you seem better? Make you finally belong?
Well I hate to tell you this, but you couldn't be more wrong.
Sin is a stain, it strikes down deep.
You can hide it from others, but you'll always weep.

Don't try to justify it, don't try to right it.
It's far too late, you've made a mistake.
Don't put down others to hide from yourself,
Those others would care for you, help you gain wealth.
Not physical coin, but strength of heart.

They'd listen to you, if only, you'd listened to me.

Author's Note

Bullying is wrong. Bullying the innocent is wrong. Bullying bullies is wrong. Any kind of bullying to any person is wrong. We are animals but if we're to act as if we're not then we must overcome base fears. We mustn't give in to this craving to be superior, just for peace of mind. Help those in need, even those who sin. If everyone helped one another, even the bullies, bullying would hardly have a place to exist. Don't you think?