Walking down this crowded hall, A push, causing me to fall. Is what i'm worried about the most, i'm tired of being this bully's host.  The shoves, pushes, and names, it's all real not just a game. I ask myself why, why should I keep on? They're not going to stop till i'm gone, they think it's funny to make fun of me, but evey night i'm down praying on my knees. I tell myself that soon one day, they're gonna be the ones needing to pray.