The Life of the Bullied

The monsters in the hall,
trying to bring down my wall.
Tears make them laugh,
splitting me in half.
Why me?
I cannot see.
A target drawn on my back,
the arrows begin to stack.
For every ounce of fight,
gets me another bite.
Telling doesn't help,
soon again I will yelp.
Makes me wanna die,
maybe I'll just try

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