I'm not telling you!
Whenever you're in trouble
The teacher says to come, and not rumble.
They say they can help you,
but is that true?
To walk away, and not fight
only run away in fright.
People know you're weak
So they can pound, and beat that freak.
It's even worse to tell a teacher
now people see a weak feature.
Stand your ground, and fight
to tell people that you are right.
The torment will end
when everything is done, and said .
People know you can hold your own
instead of being just a show.
I'm not telling you!
Because then I would like a weak fool.
Let me show I am strong.
Not just a weak pawn.
I'm not weak
or a freak.
I don't need your help
Even if I get beaten to a pulp.
The torment won't end
It will if I break and bend.
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