Why do you bully me?

                To make me feel small?

                To make me feel pain?

Who do you think you are?

                The end all?  The be all?

                Or at home do you receive the same?

With bullying, there is no winner, no final match

But quickly my life, you could certainly snatch

Physically, words may never hurt me,

But sticks and stones , they may as well be.

Strike out, strike out! Harm and hurt!

Stop! Stop!  I’m better than dirt!

Undone, the damage you caused cannot be.

All because you are treated just like me.