Victum
When I wake
I always hope that just maybe
Something may have happened
Then I will not have to go
Not to school
I fear walking in there
The doors like portals
To some world
Where people are mean
Full of hate
Then those that care
Do not see
I am harassed
Pushed and shoved around
As if I am a doll
As if they shove hard enough
I Will fall and break
Sometimes I wonder
Will it ever end
Those people
When will they stop
It is always like this
Sometimes I feel hopeless
Like its not worth it
To try and fight back
Sometimes I wonder
Why am I the one
Why am I the victim
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