The bully
I saw him in the hall, getting pushed up against the wall
While he got punched in the face, others were disgraced
The teachers came to stop the fight, but they could never help the bully see the light
For he was lost in his own world, full of hate and no love
All he needed was a little shove
To help him find his way, and maybe start over on a new day
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