Bully, Bully.
Speak my mind?
I can barely hear my thoughts.
Always talking trash about others,
do these bullies ever stop?
With all those nasty words,
I'm surprised your teeth don't rot.
If I spoke my mind, you'd fall back in complete shock.
I'm tired of your cruel acts.
Tired of being spit on and shoved in the back.
You're nothing but a coward.
Now that you've heard my thoughts, you've lost all your power.
You've lost all your power over me.
And now that I've learned to speak up, I can finally breathe.
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