My Fight

You push me around everyday. I try to tell, but what's to say. I'm tired of crying every night. You act like I enjoy this fight. You shove me around in the hall and, then you laugh at me when I fall. I need someone to help me. I need someone to see. I have to try to endure this pain Although my ayes are starting to rain. Please come ask if I'm alright Because I'm slowly dying from this fight.