Recovery of a Bullied Teen

I walk through the hall with my head hanged low Trying to walk fast and not letting myself slow I see you ahead and quicken my pace Trying to avoid you soon becomes a race But still you catch up and throw me against the ground You make sure that I am unable to make a sound You make fun of me and call me a freak But it has only ever been friendship that I seek If only there was a way to make you see If only you could just listen to my plea But one day I walk past with my head held high You stop me and try to make me cry Only now I am stronger and see past your lies The pain that you have caused me shrivels and dies I recover from your pathetic jabs and sneers Your words will never again cost me my tears Because I found that I am above your hurtful remarks I have found I control my own future and set off to embark