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Do they pick because your different Or simply pick as your indifferent What makes them seem big to others Not knowing the pain they cause with in us Maybe your smart or maybe your dim Or maybe they are just as empty as your are with in They must feel at least with some of the things they do Bulling those who are weak all the way through Bullies come as a pack or on there own But mainly in pack to show how hard there stupidly Shown With name calling or hitting there prey It doesn’t even need to be on a particular day You see what goes around comes around to As the bullied becomes strong its giving them nothing To do But it’s the humiliation and the pain that’s left Prancing around treating people bad they just look daft Making people miserable and scared they don’t go out Knowing at school is were they’ll shout But stopping these bullies is hard to do Just be strong in the meantime and this you will get Through
Your left with scars pain and fear
Not knowing why they picked you not thinking clear
You dread school and no appetite to eat
Spending your life walking around looking at your feet
Humiliation and embarrassment the pain the tears
No one not knowing that its been going on for years
Your fat your skinny you’ve red hair or your blonde
What ever your colour what ever your shape
You wonder why they’re mean and what’s there to hate
You take the longest way around so you don’t get caught
Avoiding them carefully avoiding the taunt
You get kicked and spat at and name calling to
Left but with nothing no friends you don’t know what to do
Your scared to tell any one, as it will happen again
Getting bullied and picked on in silence is your pain
In school or outside at work or at home
Trying to brave it without anyone knowing
No confidence no power or the need to go on
Feeling like there’s no option but ending your own
So low so empty shame and shy
Looking up oh please god why shred of tears in your eye
Another day passes and another begins
Waking up deep breaths with in
You’re pacing walking up the street
Only to find that this day you’re not looking at your feet
You can look at the world without it looking at you
Slowly feeling like somebody realizing it’s down to you
As the weak becomes strong
And the strong become weak
Think of your future and were you want it to lead
Don’t let them stand in font of you, as there’s really no need
Because what you become as you lead your own life
No 0ne bringing you down or giving you strife
As you become your future your somebody a person
And seeing you stand up and be heard hurts them
Knowing they haven’t beat you they haven’t they wont
As they become helpless and do things you don’t
Becoming more desperate to prey on the weak
They got nothing nice to say don’t let them speak
Walk on by with head held high
With ambitions and more aiming for the sky
my way
You do things the way things should be done
Not copy the same or do things the way everyone does
Doing things your way may not approve to others
Then there judging you for that when its an achievement in its self as you are an individual not in with the followers
As in you don’t do things the way others do
I do it in a way I thought id knew
A stereotype is a follower in disguise as they do things the way you probably wouldn’t
As when it comes to it with out a doubt as when it comes to it without a doubt you carnt do the same, as you couldn’t
As then it wouldn’t be classed as you way the high way or neither mine
As being and doing like every other is a waste of time
I say this because in life you have one shot at it, as you only live once no second shot
Though shall live life to ones expectations not others one shall not
We are very special individual to have a chance at life if free
Free from pain free from hurt free from insanity as one can be
Then you give it your best you go and be heard
Then when you realize you did it your way that who it was that actually really cared
But don’t let this fool you or get you down you few
As what goes around also o comes around to
You be you be your self be the one
As when I say in my life I did it my I done
Lost a small word that can mean so much
Some relate some hate some feels double Dutch
An object off a belonging can be lost
Or a missing person there seems to be quite a lot
Or loosing someone close to your heart
Were from birth you were never apart
But what if ones seems to have lost their soul
Feeling like there’s no way out that they just stay at home
Full of confusion full of anger but no energy depressed
Morning comes your still awake or just woke up not even dressed
Not for days maybe weeks
Not even having the strength brush your teeth
Staring at things that need to be done
You see that little sparkle of someone’s soul has gone
Dreading each day that approaches curtains closed
Up setting people friends not answering or getting in touch because nobody knows
Its in silence this happens creeps up on you each bit of time
And when its gets a grip of you it seems you carnt stop crying
Confused with life confused of your self
Feeling like you spend your life in a cell
Four walls around you feeling closer and closer
Turning into a shell feeling like nobody knows yer
You see when its lost it can always be found
Before you end up punishing your self to the ground
Just look out for the light you will see it
It maybe dull or even dark but it’s the try that improves it
