You wake up every morning, 
you don't want to go to school,
everyone makes fun of you,
 they 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 doesn't understand,
is you aren't playing games.

The torment that comes each day,
makes you move like sludge.
These are things you like to do,
who are they to judge?

One thing that I really, 
do not understand,
is why they seem to think of themselves,
as the 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.

They always seem to trap you, 
and you always end up late,
but no matter how hard they beat you up,
you still seem to stand up straight.

These kids don't seem to realize,
they have lives chock full of sin,
Inside they know it's wrong,
they seem to carry on,
they just flush the bad thoughts out,
with a big cheap bottle of gin.

I still grapple on to reality,
it is nearly June,
i'm almost through with this brutality,
cause school ends fairly soon.