Little Miss Teardrops.
Crying all the time.
She cries over nothing.
At the drop of a dime.
No one really likes her.
She’s just too dumb to know.
We back her in a corner.
She has no place to go.
She’s begging and she’s pleading.
She keeps saying its not right.
We poke her and we push her.
And we try to start a fight.
Again the tears start rolling.
This time she’s filled with rage.
She looks at us with anger.
Like a tiger in a cage.
She’s screaming as she charges.
With her arms in front of her.
She grabs me and she pushes.
Then I end up on the floor.
I felt a real sharp pain.
An aching in my side.
She stabbed me with a knife.
And just like that I died.
I’m a different kind of victim.
Not the kind you read about.
I’m the one who caused the pain.
But she’s the winner there’s no doubt.
The moral here, my friends.
Is not to just be nice.
It’s to never be a bully.
Cuz you’ll ALWAYS pay the price.
STOP BULLYING
