I feel blue.
I feel grey.
And you are bullying by the way.
I have feelings, but they are hidden by my willingness for you to be forgiven.
The words you say are just like spears,
piercing hearts and driving tears.
And, you know, you're a fool
if you think you can push people around at school.
You might get caught.
I'm warning you.
And then what are you going to do?
It hurts my heart,
it makes me sad.
And on occasion, it makes me mad.
I've known you since nursery school
when it didn't matter if we were cool.
Now look at what you've done, you clown.
Someday your own words will bring you down.