You know that girl?

The one that sits in the back?

Quiet and lonely,

But sharp as a tack.

You think nothing of it,

To torment her everyday.

But inside she is dying,

Dying of your ways.

You don’t know

What she puts out of sight.

Behind that mask,

The struggles she hides.

So you torment

And you “tease”,

Endlessly proving:

You are not fit to teach.

You know that girl?

The one you harass,

Until her tears spill over?

You can’t break her,

That’s already been done.

But she won’t give up,

Not until you’re long gone.

You know that girl?

The one you think you can beat?

You’ll never win,

She’s just like me.