Focal Point: Bullying gone right and wrong
You make me sick
With your tongue of silk
Knowing nothing and you can't look without daze
Yet nothing you say could have prepared you for that day
Your shameful tongue
Made my heart feel rung
Your words gouged my happiness
But you looked in fear of my eyes of the ravenous
Now you were alone
And I had slone
Shame on you to pick on the weak
Shame on you, shame on me
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