It's all in the title
It's all in the words that he says
It's all in the actions that he plays.

It's what makes you feel like there is a hole in your stomach
It’s that feeling like you ate too much and you feel like throwing up
But, in reality your stomach is so hollow you can hear it growl from a mile away.

It makes you feel like that piece of gum someone stepped on
And now its stuck to their shoe
Like the never ending cycle of making fun of you.

When someone is constantly on your back
Like a mother scolding a child about their grades
You have nothing to do
But to take it in and believe in it too.

Oh and you know the feeling like the back of your hand
That feeling like curling up in a ball and crying
Hearing all the voices in your head
Saying “they are right” and “you're not that special, are you?”

Just understand this
He’s making you  feel like you are not worth it
And I will continue to stand up for you.

I will walk up to him when he picks on that blonde girl with glasses
I will pull away the boy he calls “railroad tracks”
And I will never be the bystander, because I would be just as bad as he is.

I hate seeing people treat each other with such disrespect
And neither should you
So the next time you see someone who is too afraid to speak out
Or too afraid to speak at all.

Walk over there and pull them away
You could be the one person that believes that something with that situation is wrong.
You could be their only friend and someone who saved them from complete darkness.

In these words, my blood boils over the topic
That people think it’s okay to continue this awful game of x’s and o’s
And having someone else play your life game of Tic Tac Toe.