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Sometimes the things that make us happy,
Come from another's pain,
However unfair it may be,
All do it anyway.
Deeply sorry though we are,
Everyone finds it funny,
Not being the one to feel the pain,
Forgetting how it feels,
Remember this when you next laugh,
Endure all of the shame,
Underneath the surface lies,
Devils and evil souls.
Everyone knows the meaning of the word- SCHADENFREUDE.

They said the victim was subject to violence,
That they called her harsh names,
That they tore her self-confidence to pieces,
That she would just have to ignore it.

They said the Bullies were evil,
That they had no right to hurt someone so,
That they used someone else's pain for fun,
That they were pains who were easiest to ignore.

They said the teacher was horrified,
That she didn't understand why it happened,
That she felt ashamed for not knowing,
That there was nothing she could do.

They didn't say that the victim couldn't do something,
They didn't say that the Bully had no confidence,
They didn't say that the teacher knew long before.
They didn't say that so much could be done, if everyone had played their part.

If the victim hadn't been so afraid to speak up,
If the Bullies had felt good enough about themselves to leave others alone,
If the teacher had understood each person and known how to solve the situation,
If we had all worked together, instead of relaying what we had heard.

We could end bullying.