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Essay: "Bullies"by Dave Gordon
When I was 3, my older sister was my bully.
When I was 7, a guy named Charlie took her place.
At 9, a boy named Rod out did Charlie,
Then at 13, Terry filled the position as bully.
At 18, it was an army drill sergeant.
At 22, my bully was a demanding wife.
At 25, several bill collectors took turns bullying me.
At 27, my perfectionist boss enjoyed the job.
At 30, my bully became a crushed disc in my back.
At 36, a judge in a Dallas courthouse.
At 41, a random of assortment of sadistic guards.
And today?
My bully is someone who is worse than all of the ones
who came before him.
It's like he learned all of their sadistic tricks
and now attacks me in every way.
This horrible new bully sees me everyday
I see his hatred for me burning in his eyes
every time I look into a mirror.
Yes, today my bully is myself.
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