You wake up every morning, you don't want to go to school, everyone makes fun of you, the do not think you're cool.
The more and more they hurt you, the stronger that they get, they keep you on a short, tight leash,like you're some kind of pet.
 They knock you down, trip you up, and call you lots of names, but what the bully won't understand is you're not playing games.
 The torment seems to repeat, every single day, there must be someone to stop this. There has to be a way.
The feelings that they give you, it makes you move like sludge. That's the way you like to dress! who are they to judge? 
One thing that I just can't seem to understand, is why they seem to think of themselves as ruler of all the land. 
You should not have to take this, You need to take a stand,
they treat you like the ground they walk on: they are giants, you are sand.

Inspired by  The painting:

Lonely Sojourner in this Life of Pitfalls and Malice, plate V from Miserere