A Monster
She wishes she could
Punch them in the face
They thought they would
Beat her in that race
She was somehow silent
But they were raging a war
She had some different scent
Now she regrets, she could roar
They took her smile for granted
She was a child and was kind
Bullying results in her soul buried
And that all was in her mind
Tease, harass and bully
That's all she faced, every day
Which made her tired, fully
She forgot what's happy and gay
They thought, they seized
Now they were her master
Little did they know,
They created a monster
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