Hiya everybody! It is I Zachary Stinkle,
I once was a kid that suffered being bullied.
I was bullied by a kid named Wiley Winkle,
He put my elementary school life in misery.
Just as I walked into Walden Elementary School,
I was tripped and was a laughing riot.
Wiley Winkle was the victor thinking he’s cool,
I couldn’t stand and bare even to fight.
Every time I withstood even a leg on the ground,
I was tripped, falling flat on my butt cheeks.
Just I was such a laughing riot from all around,
I say I was too embarrassed and in my miseries.
Wiley thought he was the coolest kiddo,
Misunderstanding what it meant to be cool.
I couldn’t even withstand to punch a blow,
Like I was everyone’s laughter rioting fool.
I was a misunderstanding about what was so funny,
It’s like this never happened to all of these children.
Wasn’t the best at anything I’m knee-deep in misery,
How shameful will this all be if it will never happen?
I withstood one foot by one foot as I was weakened,
Ashamed I once was a sad child growing up in cruelty.
Thinking that I could get back at Wiley for revenge,
Never will I ever come back to the painfulness misery.
I am Zachary Stinkle and I am the bullied victim,
Haven’t we’ve all experienced any form of bullying?
What is so funny about Stinkle anyways I overcome,
Killing me softly as I began to pray and go worshiping.
It’s a hard-knock life just like little orphan girl Annie,
Yep, I know the story of that little orphan and her wish.
Just as I am a bullied victim and this is my bullied story,
It’s like every day is my worst day and where do I begin?
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