They pick on you,

Play tricks on you.

They talk behind your back,

a hundred whispers to your one,

to tempt you from your track.

 

They mock your path,

they block your path.

They do it everyday for sheep aren't meant,

to wonder off and go the other way.

 

They sneer at you,

put fear in you.

So scared that you'll go far,

and then they point and laugh at you,

to cram your head with ugly scars.

 

They think the same,

they shrink the same.

When you are not afraid,

and friends begin to follow you,

the scars and bullies fade.

 

You go far,

you grow far,

proud what you have become.

You made it down the different path,

and beat the plauge of same.