Bully! Not the Teddy Roosevelt kind.

Pain and suffering for eight years straight.

Thirty nine kids out of forty, a collective hatred.

 Like bees hating a mouse in a beehive.

Tears, feeling worthless, tomorrow being no different.

            Authority figures, nuns and parents turn a blind eye,

Yet they keep wondering why you cry.

So sad grade two, only seven.

Yet you seriously consider visiting heaven.

            So you find a man in a book,

Red and blue was his look.

Not timid or weak, just the man you would seek.

Two days off from school and away from the pain

Reading comics by the pool, in the land of the sane.

            Superman using the powers he was given.

If you had them would you be as forgiving?

 Bully! Not the Teddy Roosevelt kind.

Pain and suffering for eight years straight.

Thirty nine kids out of forty, a collective hatred.

 Like bees hating a mouse in a beehive.

Tears, feeling worthless, tomorrow being no different.

            Authority figures, nuns and parents turn a blind eye,

Yet they keep wondering why you cry.

So sad grade two, only seven.

Yet you seriously consider visiting heaven.

            So you find a man in a book,

Red and blue was his look.

Not timid or weak, just the man you would seek.

Two days off from school and away from the pain

Reading comics by the pool, in the land of the sane.

            Superman using the powers he was given.

If you had them would you be as forgiving?