The Bullied
The Bullied:
We don't like or love your abuse
You may not know, but you lit a fuse
Building, brewing anger and hatred
You're wrong if you think you're the one that didn't make it
Built in a house or a broken home
Just know that you're not alone
You're house is filled with neglection
People in your life expect perfection
What they don't expect
is to find you in a room with a rope around your neck
People just go and pummel you down
Then wonder why you have a frown
You don't know if to stick around for the time you wear your cap and gown
when people talk smack, they go to town
Hoping they would stop
Wondering if you'll leave with a pop
Or taking off someone's top
Contemplating to leave something degrading
or give your last goodbyes to the nation
The feelings subside for an instance of joy or relief
Then remembering them knocking out your teeth
It causes a great deal of pain
It's hard to refrain
From creating a swift and permanent change
I wish for all of those suffering
That they don't end their life while their story is buffering
Don't let this tight, burning cuff
make your life incredibly rough
Some plow through life like a bulldozer
Don't believe your life is over
You pull strong and get through it
Don't allow others to make you feel like a kit
Full of tools and accessories
Used for their temporary necessities
Don't let it go to your heart
Don't let this feeling tear you apart
Overwhelming sense of negation
Don't worry, you'll lose this sensation
Don't allow these feelings to end in an investigation
For this life that you'll live, let's make a celebration.