A new beginning is when I step in school,
kindergarden is supose to be when we act like fools
But the only thing I saw of my first week,
is that it would make me weak
They,
or should I say
The children are with their friends laughing,
while im alone close of the walls crying
Bad words were said,
but I was blamed
They would make fun of me,
but I had no one to protect me
Of this endless nightmare,
thats when I saw that stare
Of people whispering rhumors about me,
it was only me
Alone,
with no one
Bullying is a word meaning people who bullies others,
but you probably know because you were there when I needed helpers
To defend me of the mean things they would say,
but its okay
Because of those 7 years of bullying,
I almost completely stop laughing
Dont lie,
those 7 years you saw me cry
Thats what I call hate,
but its to late
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