I didn't like him.
He was still.
Unmoving.
No one apporached him.
He was surrounded by friends.
But he ingored them.
And watched me.
I wasn't really that interesting.
Maybe he liked to watch me get beat up.
He was just like the rest.
Everyone loved to see me suffer.
I was worthless.
Just that one kid they can toss around.
But I still stick to my quote.
No matter how hard they punch me.
I stick to it.
"Hurt people, hurt people."
For it was the real truth.