They don't know us, but they bully us.

Then when they are done, they forget us.

Just like that, they throw us away.

Just like that, like we are trash.

I told them "I had enough of this" but they laughed in my face.

They said "We are better than you," but I knew differently.

I tried to avoid them, but they were everywhere. 

They circled me and they picked on me.

One day I actually had enough of this, so I cut my wrist.

Hoping to bleed out so they would know what they had done to me.

But it never came.

The next day at school, I showed them my cuts.

But they only laughed.

I didn't care if they laughed, because I knew it would never happen again.

I stood there tall and strong. 

I smiled when they picked and bullied.

One day, they all stopped.

One day, I felt happy.

One day, I felt like I was on top of the world, above the bullies that once bullied me.

One day, I laughed in their faces and said "I've been through worse. You can't bully me in the end. Because in the end, I was right. I was better than you."