When you tease and call me names, it makes you feel superior.
When you kick and spit on me, it makes me feel inferior.
Ganging up on me, makes you feel strong.
Not minding what you are doing is wrong.
You and your companions, rule the school.
My fear is your tool.
You pry on kids who are new, who can’t take a stand.
No one knows them yet, so no one will lend a hand.
You have caused me depression.
While I live under your oppression.
You are running from your own fears.
Instead of yours, you want to see my tears.
You know what you are doing is wrong,
Yet you want to seem strong.