The Bullied School Girl

Her eyes welled up with tears,
As they screamed they didn't care.
They screamed the names at her,
Why her she asked. It just wasn't fair.

They were mean, and cruel,
They thought this was a game.
They thought that this was funny,
Shouting all these names.

Maybe she wasn't pretty,
Maybe she wasn't bright.
She was glad they didn't know,
That she cried all through the night.

She just wanted to run,
To get away from them.
She knew that they wouldn't stop,
This would happen all over again.

She wanted them stop,
And just leave her alone.
Even if it meant,
Forever on her own.

She wondered if she cried anymore,
Her eyes would go dry.
She knew she would find out,
Again when they forced her to cry.

She wished that they could hurt,
She wished they just could know.
That crying isn't funny,
And how much they hurt her so.

But soon enough they'd realize,
Soon enough they'd care.
How much they had hurt her,
How they had been unfair.

Because she couldn't take it,
All the days as school.
The name calling and the whispers,
From the girls that thought they were cool.

The people wouldn't tell,
How they had been picked on.
And even when they did,
They never said who from.

She would teach them a lesson,
And a chance to get away.
They would be sorry,
But the end of the school day.

She would run home soon,
When they finish their play.
She would grab a gun,
And shoot out her brains today.

They would feel guilty,
They would feel bad.
They would soon know,
What it's like to be sad.

She took her hands from her eyes,
And looked at all around.
She stood up and ran,
Not a whisper or a sound.

She knew what she had to do,
She couldn't stand it any longer.
But she wished she didn't have to,
She wished that she was stronger.

She wished she could fight back,
She wished that she could fight.
That way she wouldn't have to be,
Pretty or be bright.

But she wasn't strong,
So this was all she had.
Because no one was there to listen,
Because she had no mum and dad.

They said they never saw it coming,
She was such a happy kid.
But as she looked down,
They lied, she knew what they did.

Her name was soon well known,
For the kid bullied at school.
From the whispers and the names,
From the girls who thought they were cool.

She's the girl who had no mum,
No siblings and no dad.
She's free from being bullied,
And from always being sad.