The Bullied

The Bullied:

We don't like or love your abuse

You may not know, but you lit a fuse

Building, brewing anger and hatred

You're wrong if you think you're the one that didn't make it

Built in a house or a broken home

Just know that you're not alone

You're house is filled with neglection

People in your life expect perfection

What they don't expect

 is to find you in a room with a rope around your neck

People just go and pummel you down

Then wonder why you have a frown

You don't know if to stick around for the time you wear your cap and gown 
when people talk smack, they go to town

Hoping they would stop

Wondering if you'll leave with a pop

Or taking off someone's top

Contemplating to leave something degrading
or give your last goodbyes to the nation

The feelings subside for an instance of joy or relief
Then remembering them knocking out your teeth

It causes a great deal of pain

It's hard to refrain

From creating a swift and permanent change

I wish for all of those suffering

That they don't end their life while their story is buffering

Don't let this tight, burning cuff
make your life incredibly rough

Some plow through life like a bulldozer

Don't believe your life is over

You pull strong and get through it

Don't allow others to make you feel like a kit

Full of tools and accessories

Used for their temporary necessities

Don't let it go to your heart

Don't let this feeling tear you apart

Overwhelming sense of negation

Don't worry, you'll lose this sensation

Don't allow these feelings to end in an investigation

For this life that you'll live, let's make a celebration.