I get bullied at school. For writing poems cause it's not seen as cool.
Day by day, night by night.
I try with all my might,
to ignore them, but it doesn't help, they hit me till i yelp,
in pain, i sit and ponder, will my life live in vain?
I used to have a date, now it's me they hate.
I don't want to be made fun of all day for being gay.
May i sit in May and hear the sounds of my cat playing in the hay. That's all i want, OK?
