Why are bullies filled with aggression?

I think their brutality is a confession.

They attack those smaller to create harm and pain.

Their violence proves that they are not sane.

I am not saying they should be locked in a cage.

But they should seek help to control their rage.

Did someone cause injury to them as a kid?

A tumultuous life may explain what they did.

Being assaulted does not free them from blame.

They need to see that not everyone is the same.

If you are a bully, you need to ask for help.

Do not just go around and make other kids yelp.

Free your heart and mind of your negative past.

Then you can make some friends and smile at last.

Tears flow down his lonely face,

always feeling so out of place.

The boy sits in the back of class,

praying for time to quickly pass.

The bell rings, he flies out the door,

avoiding bullies is such a chore!

Around the corner, the boy did flee

but to his dismay, this he did see.

Blocking the hallway, trying to look cool,

stood the biggest bully in all the school.

The boy looked left and then to the right,

there didn’t appear to be help in sight.

Then the boy did the most unexpected thing,

right there in the hallway, he started to sing.

A crowd quickly formed filling up that hall,

his singing was applauded by one and all.

He sang about bullies, and the people they fight.

He brought the darkness into the light.

The bully listened close to the words in the song,

and suddenly realized that what he did was wrong.

The bully slunk away from that tearful scene,

Vowing that day to no longer be mean.

Music won the heart of the biggest bully in school,

and as for the boy, his rep changed from boring to cool.

His sad brown eyes held a tear,

His body shook, full of fear.

The bully pushed him to the ground,

No help, for him, could be found.

The bully kicked him, called him names,

Told him he was weak and lame.

The boy curled into a ball,

He thought about ending it all.

Then the bully was just gone,

But the boy was not alone.

A gentle hand touched his arm,

A voice told him he was safe from harm.

He flinched at first, continued to cry,

Then he looked up into bright blue eyes.

No one had ever helped him before,

He slowly got up from the floor.

He asked, why did you help me?

No one stands up to that bully.

The blue-eyed boy said with a grin,

Stand up to bullies and they can’t win.

Bullies are tough if allowed,

To pick on one, not a crowd.

Hope replaced fear in the boy that day,

A hope he prayed would always stay.

A ray of hope, a new friend,

A happy way for this day to end.

The bully made an angry sound,

Looking at the boy on the ground.

The boy stood up and faced his foe,

With blackened eye and a broken toe.

The bully began talking trash,

About the bones that he would smash.

The boy tried to use his brain,

To make the bully stop causing pain.

The bully, again, swung his fist,

The boy ducked, the bully missed.

The boy looked at the bully and said,

Why can’t you just use your head?

Every day you fight with us,

Even when we don’t cause a fuss.

Someday the tide will turn,

Before that time, you better learn.

You’ll get farther with your brain,

Than by causing so much pain.

The bully didn’t know what to say,

So, he punched the boy and stormed away.

The boy shook his head and rubbed his jaw,

Not believing what he saw.

The bully returned, reached out his hand,

Helping the boy to once more stand.

Tears streaked the bully’s face,

As he began to quickly pace.

The bully began talking fast,

In fear that his courage wouldn’t last.

I don’t want to fight with you,

But it is all I know to do.

You may think this very strange,

But I truly want to change.

Will you please be my friend?

And help my evil ways to end?

The boy grinned and said he would.

Glad this day turned out good.