it was was 1990 something i was in grade school the kids made it very clear that i aint cool i hatted it just waking up getting ready praying some how i wouldnt make the bus... my family wasnt rich i couldnt rock the kicks like the other kids my grandmother like to come my heir alot and me i love her so much i wouldnt dear to stop if it wasnt a comeover it was high water slacks easy target on a roll from front to back... but bam my pears wanted me to be someone other then myself but i was me... i was never accepted was beat up on a regular insulted and neglect you ever had to pass a croud with your eyes down looking at the ground cos you no thay dont want you around??? but i had to walk to class and i was lucky if somebody didnt call me fag or knock my papers to the floor as am passing but if it was you i bet you would have been laughing... iv seen the victim turn guilty become a bully cos your self esteem is filthy but to wrongs never make a right i no its clue shay but its true so take advice this is a vicious cycle you r to blame if you ever seen it happen but you turned away in shame... so many people witness the evil and thay do nothing about it but sit around looking peaceful,,, this is the chance to be somebody new report a bully if you no one and he bothers you cos if you dont the hate is free to pick another who was you to let yourself or somebody close to you suffer,,, this aint the way it was suppose to be i like to think that if somebody was approaching me i wouldnt have to be alert in fear of being hurt but if it was you i bet nobody would see a smirk...
Posted on: Wed, 18 Sep 2013 12:56:25 +0000
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