Bully Poem
As I walk through the school hall,
I wonder what names I will be called today.
Just as I\'m about to go to class I hear him call,
He pulls me back and calls me his prey.
He then rips up my homework,
And continues to embarrass me.
He starts walking away with a smirk,
Also calling me his huntee.
I attempt not to cry,
As I sit down in class.
And I begin to ponder,
Of the ways I can end my life.