The Real Bully Was Him

Hands so bare full of injection,
Hands so rough they began scraping her upper thigh,
Words so brutal as he calls her his bitch,
Eyes so cold,
It doesn't look like he's enjoying it,
She looks up in wonder... WHAT THE HELL is his problem??!
He then replys like he's heard her thoughts or been deep inside her mind somehow,
I'm a bully aren't I,
She then replys... yes
But you can't help it my dear.