You punch me. You hit me. You laugh at me. You call me a bitch. You say i'm a slut . You tell everyone i'm fat. You smile when I cry. And yet, I can see it in your face. You don't want to hit me. You don't want to punch me. You don't want to laugh at me. You don't want to say I'm a slut. You don't want to tell people I'm fat. You may smile when I cry, but you look like you want to cry too. But maybe i'm just imagining things. Isn't that right, bully?