The Bullying Years

The bullying years they won’t go away

Laughter and jeers, that hurt every day.

Hard to forget wish I knew why

My sadness combined with tears that won’t dry.

It wasn’t me, I’ve realized that now

Never fit it in; I wanted somehow

On Sunday nights, I sobbed on in dread

fearing the weeks so inside I’m dead.

The bullying years, where no one showed love

To wake up in tears, completely shook up,

Still have no friends, afraid now to trust

I have stayed away, I simply now must.



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