You think it's a joke?
A game of chase?
Wait until you choke,
when there's no longer emotion left on his face.

You think it's just a word?
A paper ball hitting his head?
It's a stinging reminder,
on top of all his dread.

You think you're king of the hill?
Better than this boy?
All you do is treat his life
like a toy.

That scar is funny?
You're so full of yourself!
He's been through battles,
emotionally, physically, mentally with himself!

Day after day,
there's no place to hide!
As all those words in his mind
rattle around inside!

When he's not surround by himself,
you continue to pound!
With a look, a glance,
you've thrown him to the ground!

He stays and fights,
with nobody by his side.
Just thoughts in his head.
His life, you continue to ride.

You've taken control,
broken him down.
Are you happy now?
As he sits, left to drown?

He's lost it all,
from friends, to life.
You feel complete?
With he himself left in strife?

You've taken him,
and crushed him.
Go ahead and bow.
Are you happy? Happy now?