When I Was Young

When I went to school
Nobody thought I was cool,
I looked different from the rest
Because I had clothes that weren't the best

When I'd walk down the hall
Everyone pushed me and I'd fall,
I'd cry to the teachers
But all they'd say is "Hey, We're not preachers".

One Monday at lunch
Someone offered me a punch,
I had no time to reply
When I woke up I wish I would've died

When I got to my house
I was as slick as a mouse,
I avoided my parents
While they were running their errands

I tried to call my friends
But they told me it was all going to end,
I was confused as can be
And didn't know why people thought they were better than me

I decided it needed to stop
No more tears would I drop,
I was sick of this stuff
And I had to act tough

I was angry and stern
And figured it was finally my turn,
I told them to cut it out
Or next time I'd knock'em out

When I was young
things were not fun,
But now I am older
And I've grown to be bolder

I hope now you can see
How bad things can be,
When people don't care
They make you feel so very bare

 Amy

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