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