'I stood outside when all was grey, couldn't see a thing
One by one the drops of rain soaked me to my skin,
Took away my pain, gave me back my grin'

Wednesday 29 September 2010

Lost (Without a Trace)

Dedicated to victims of bullying

Feeling lost amongst the popular, a pin within a stack of hay

When waking up feels way too hard and harder still with each new day

No friends at all who understand, no one to lean on for support

Nothing to do and here I am, a rabbit, in the lights I'm caught

Don't tell me that you understand

Not even if you've felt the same

You don't know how it feels for me

It's brand new rules, a brand new game

It's such a shame

Nobody sees

They're hurting as they hinder me

But they will know, I'll make them see

They never should have messed with me

I'm lost amongst the popular, one blade of grass, a field of green

The superficial, all the same, they do not even know my name

They think they do, they make them up, they taunt me as they steal my lunch

They never stop, they never will, they do not even have a hunch

Don't tell me that you understand

Not even if you've felt the same

You don't know how it feels for me

It's brand new rules, a brand new game

It's such a shame

Nobody sees

They're hurting as they hinder me

But they will know, I'll make them see

They never should have messed with me

They never should have picked on me

Revenge is sweet and all my teeth, yes they are sweet

Not just the one but all by gums, perhaps my tongue

Enjoys the taste, no thought for haste, it's such a waste

I'll take my time to prove them fools,

These faceless tools that rule in school

I swear I will forget them all

Don't tell me that you understand

Not even if you felt the same

You don't know how it felt for me

With brand new rules, a brand new game

It's such a shame

They could not see

They hurt me as they hindered me

But they will hinder me no more

I'm stronger now than once before

And when in years to come I find myself reflecting on these years

I'll shed no tears, recall no names, or evil games or faces all the same

With cruel expressions, no, not one more second of my life will go

A waste of time, a waste of space, now gone, without a trace

Copyright 2010 J.B.O'Halloran

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