Always
Always the object of the prank
Always the butt of the joke
Putting things in your locker
Holding you till you choke
Always scorned by the others
Always pushed into the walls
Never look up at them
Afraid to walk in the halls
Always made fun of
Always called nasty names
No friends to comfort you
Never called to play in the games
Always made to clean the mess
Always covered in black and blue
Try not to cry in front of them
But it happens no matter what you do
Always never the one to win the award
Always never one to be asked to prom
Sit by your self at home
No comfort from dad or mom
Always in a living hell
Always never an escape
This will go on forever
This is to be your fate
Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2009
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