Sometimes
Sometimes we have things to say
Yet we continue to hide them inside for another day
It’s a shame how kids are silenced
With or without violence
It only takes one comment to ruin someone’s day
And somehow they all know what to say
Mean remarks, invalid rumors
And what is their purpose? Simply to humor
They laugh at their jokes
Their favorite thing to do is poke
To poke at your innocence, for they have none
What’s the harm they say? It’s only for fun
Their fun is your hurt, your hurt is your end
You have things to say but no one truly listens
They say you talk a lot, they don’t understand your reasons
Your silence at home and your silence at school
They laugh at home and they laugh at school
Does the humiliation end? Only if you hide in your room
Sometimes you have things to say
Yet you continue to hide them inside for another day…