The Way I Feel

by Brittini   Feb 26, 2005


Why must people pick on me
They seem to like to make me bleed
What did I do
What did I say
To make them act this way

They call me names
To make me cry
They throw things
To make my patients try

I hate how they make me feel
I feel like this isn’t real
But my friends
Are there till the end

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