The Real Me Is Truth and Love

The Bully resides in us all, if given the chance the Bully will run free, causing hurt, pain and the destruction of souls.  The Bully is a destroyer of all things unique, and grotesquely beautiful.  The Bully is a judge, someone who has been judged and bullied before perhaps by someone else and now the shoe is on the other foot. 

The Bully is ever convinced that might is right, he is right even when clearly wrong; she is beautiful in the face if not in character.  The Bullies rule while the rest of us are left trembling in their quake.  Some of us hide, walk away or say nothing,  afraid to be the next target, scared to get on the radar, who would willingly put their own status in harms way?

The Bully needs to ridicule in order to feel better about self, the Bully is drunk off the power of destruction but the Bully only has that power because we are afraid to be unique.  If everyone stood out from the crowd who would be left to ridicule?  If everyone realized that we are not meant to be the same, then the Bully could no longer exist.