When I was younger a boy in the neighborhood would come around each day and bully my two younger brothers and myself. He thought he was so great and loved to try and hurt my younger brothers. Finally one day I got tired of him and decided to take action. I went after him and threw him off his bike and started to beat on him like he was dong to my brothers. In the end, the boy was a coward and ran away. He had to go home and get his dad to come and fight the battle he started.
When a person bullies another person they are nothing but cowards. They want people to think they are strong and a leader. A bully could never be a leader of people because deep down inside he is scared and can stand up to a fight. They love to start them, but they can't end one or even stay around. They always end up running away when they are comforted.