You could've stopped them from talking to me like that 

but you dind't 

You could've stopped them from hitting me 

but again, you didn't

You could've stopped them from taking my joy 

but like always you didn't

My pain runs deeper than sitting in that wood desk

never pleased

I came here to get and education as well as the others that pain me

but you don't realize 

Realize that I cry behind closed doors and my education comes harder

I'm writing from a distance

Something far way harder than the average student could maintain

But then again I GUESS

It's just apart of the act of you pretending you didn't see them hit me, 

bully me or even take my joy.