To Be Heard.

Everyday

I try and walk away

But no one ever will really know

What its like having no where to go

Everytime I talk about being picked on by a bully

They don't understand how bad it is fully

I tell my teachers and they don't care 

Until violence is as close as a hair

I will never understand what I did to them to make them mad 

Because I really don't remember doing anything bad