Freshman Year

As I walk through the halls
They look at me and laugh
They call me names
And call me words
They don’t know how much it hurts
They push me into lockers
And shove me into walls
They are true bullies
I wish they knew what it did to me
They don’t know about me crying all night long
Or the marks on my hands from hitting things
They made me hurt and I needed to let it out
I let it out
Now I feel a lot better
It still hurts sometimes
But I figured out a better way to let out hurt and anger