The War of the Bullies; A Shakespearean Sonnet

In late August a new school year began,

Putting all thoughts of summer out of mind,

And though of school I was not a big fan,

Sadly I could not to summer rewind.

I got off the bus and walked into school,

Dreading long days full of torment to come.

I searched for friends, each face a welcome jewel,

Hoping that none would a victim become.

And though I was plainly so terrified

I tried to stifle my all too real fear        

Because I realized if I had not tried

To get through the years I would not be here.

So I smiled to fool everyone

  Hoping the battle this year could be won.