BULLIES

You think that it’s funny when you call me names,

You won’t let me join in with any of your games.

You laugh and you point at the things that wear,

If you’re not trying to stick it then you’re pulling my hair.

You punch and hit me when no ones around,

And then you just push me down onto the ground.

You don’t seem to care if I’m alright,

Or the fact that the fear keeps me up all night.

How much I hate you, how much I hate me,

The fact that the end I just can not see.

I wish it was over; I would end my life,

Because the words that you say hurt more than a knife.

See if you were to hit me the wound would soon heal,

Words hurt the most, words to I can feel.

Words hurt the most as they stay in your head,

These are the things that make me wish I was dead.

But I’m stronger than that this one you wont win,

I won’t take my life and throw it into the bin.

So I’ll sit there and listen when you call me names,

And I’ll stand and I’ll watch as you play your games.

I’ll just shrug my shoulders when you point at what I wear,

Or go tell the teacher what you’ve done to my hair.

If you hit me or kick me when they’re not around,

Or even if you push me onto the ground.

I’ll stand there defiant because inside I am stronger,

I won’t let you win, no not any longer.

One day you will feel the pain I feel to,

I wonder that day just what you will do?