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Subjected to torment and teasing
Isn't very fun or pleasing
Every day becomes a chore
Not to end up on the floor
From being shoved and pushed around
Bruises always being found
Being a human punching bag
Mornings it is hard to drag
Yourself out of the house and be
Because you know what's up ahead
Snide remarks and mental anguish
Why must others act so foolish
Picking on those weak and small
Who just want to stand so tall
Being themselves and really proud
They're different from the in crowd
Not giving up or giving in
Knowing it would be a sin
Staying true and always knowing
True self should be there and showing
Even if its hard to be
Yourself through the insanity
But sometimes grief will get you thinking
You can end this hurtful taunting
With one motion of a blade
You will be at peace and laid
Restfully with no more sorrow
But don't give in because tomorrow
Might be brighter than the last
There'll be no more overcast
Of despair that has been
Keeping you alone and then
You look and start to realize
Other victims want to find
Relief, looking for a friend
Your aloneness finally ends

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