The Bully
The school bully, he appears cool and tough a fright for all weaker than him. Inside he bleeds, lonely longing for company will do anything, for a few likes and smiley when they stop, he falls to the ground his ego bubble busted. At night this lonely soul, weeping curls up in bed, parents busy making ends meet. Teachers trying to cram unwanted stuff, into unwilling minds, they have their portions to complete. No time to see the child behind the roll number, with unseen tears rolling down their cheeks, covered with a fake smile to please. Where are we going wrong is it the system or is it us who have succumbed to the system.