Bullies

They poke, poke, poke, some more,
Until your left with nothing,
And you feel sore,
Your pain is what they prize,
You hurt,
As they bring you down in size,
You've never felt a pain like this,
Ever since they picked you out,
The joyful and happy times you miss,
You've always been tought to care,
Your joyful bliss just isn't there,
How your life is turning out just isn't fair,
They've been tought to hate,
Happiness?
It just isn't in their fate.