Bullies #2
To them it's a game
They call you names
And at their age?
They cause you shame
Make you feel like a plague
The hurt it will stain
It gets lodged in the brain
And they are all the same
What are they trying to gain
Some minor fame?
At the expense of your disdain
They send insults like a train
They are bad and very lame
They think it's a firing range
And say you're to blame
Because you may be strange
You wish they would change
What if they were on the stage?
Maybe they wouldn't parade
Like you were inside of a cage
Which makes you feel rage
Perhaps you could rearrange
Like with magic from a mage
Reading a spell from his page
And erase all of your pain
The bullies would soon refrain
And become very tame
You again would feel sane
If that can't be obtained
Then karma has something to say
©Schizology
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