To Be Heard.
Everyday
I try and walk away
But no one ever will really know
What its like having no where to go
Everytime I talk about being picked on by a bully
They don't understand how bad it is fully
I tell my teachers and they don't care
Until violence is as close as a hair
I will never understand what I did to them to make them mad
Because I really don't remember doing anything bad
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