A Victim of the Sorrow

I walk around with my head hanged low

Trying to wonder why this burden has been bestowed

Upon my will I will never know

Till this day I am considered a freak unknown

The bullies say that I’m a freak

Thier wretched minds are filled with disease

They release their anger and pain

Right at me

These people try to shut me down

They taunt and taunt

All they want is a frown

To their dismay

I hide away the pain

So that their evil greed will be taken away

This world has been tainted with this disease

Seventy-seven percent of people have become a victim of this mistreat

Many try to confront

While other turn to flee

The bottom line is...

Many lay in despair

They ask themselves,

“Do they even care”

Emotions that are torn apart

Unable to be repaired

One by one we have been picked out

Outcasted by those who boast to be better than everyone else

Now bully let me say to you

If you only knew

If you only knew

The pain you have caused,

What would you do?

If only you knew

Have you ever wondered how many times

I’ve wanted to confront you?

If only you knew...

Bitter memories encrypted upon my sleeves

The pain inside dwells like a disease

Intertwine the past as it lays in defeat

Sooner or later this body will lay in peace

The hardships I’ve endured

Have made me over turn

When once I was the victim

Now I have become the bullier