Quickly and quietly i walk past,
I've done nothing to you,
Yet you love to see me crash.
So when you have your chance,
Your voice calls out for me.
When I don't even glance,
You follow.
And when i begin to ignore
You're endless names,
You soon begin to bore,
So you decide to take it to the next level.
Arms pushing and legs out to trip,
Flying fists and hard ass punches.
Bruises form and blood begins to drip.
These repeated actions leave me haunted,
Memories of being tormented.
