Dear Bully!

I see friends going to parties without me.
An empty classroom, with teachers teaching only me.
Subjects being – The art of being nice
And the techniques to attract friends.

I open my tiffin box to see,
That my mom forgot to pack me, friends.
I see some girls laughing over there.
Some boys standing and making fun.

I see the flashbacks popping,
Right in front of me
As I walk through a dark classroom.

School and learning,
Home and working.
You and bullying.
All relate so easily.

How I thought they were right
And I was wrong.
While sitting at the back door watching flowers,
I learned that I am alone.
The lonely feeling,
The lonely site,
Was engulfing me and I let it.

As I cry, I forget the people laughing.
I close the doors to your voice but open eyes,
To see my passwords to your name,
To remember you all the time.

 And now you see,
I am writing a poem
ON YOU.
You see, you have become a warning.
For all those like yourself,
Because you know,
I am now the survivor of an attack.
And I am never going to let anyone become another me.