When I was bullied and pushed around,
I wasn't able to make a sound.
Sometime's one of them would nag,
Saying they weren't using me properly like a punching bag.
I wish I could of hit them back,
But I was scared they could pull another attack.
Even if I cried out loud,
I still wouldn't have been found.
I felt my anger growing stronger,
But that anger I have no longer.
I sit in the corner and cry,
Just asking myself why?
They would say, "your weak, and that's all you'll ever be",
I ask myself,
Do they know what trouble they have caused me.
I could cover up the bruises, scars and hurt too,
Just know that I could never forgive you for what you have put me through.
I have no friends because they had done such a good job turning them on me,
I just wish that I could have of had a normal life and been free.
All of those memories will never fade,
But it stopped,
As I prayed.