Home School Bully
Yes it hurt a little an it hurt a lot
Standing their on the cold wet street
Along waiting for my mom to come and rescue me.
I was searching for my own way
Never knowing who I might would find
Just trying to be a ghost invisible
But their you were you seen me
I wasn't a ghost after all
By the lockers you would wait for me
You were the bully and I hit the walls
In the mornings from 8 to 3 you get to be who you wanna be
Unless you don't fit in or your different like me
Theirs a small town in Alabama one red light to small and hard to breathe
Looking around in my own hell unfortunately Arley was home for me
Copyright © Michael Alexander | Year Posted 2016
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