Mumbled voices, Slamming lockers, We hear this everyday,
We see the groups, We see the smiles, But only few feel the pain...

I walk to my locker, as I see the girl next to me,
She shouts out words that hit me like bricks,
But I wipe away my tears...

My friends ask whats wrong, But I never tell, Not even someone who could help,
This bully is killing me, In ways not even known,
I should do something, Maybe I will, But not today...

She causes hurt...sadness...pain..she causes actions...
Inspired by her own selfish ways, of making her pain better...
But making others...feel hopless...

People can watch,
People can try to help,
People can pretend not to see,
But only I attain the power to make her go away...