Angry words, a bullies might
A push, a shove, fists balled up tight
A muddy hole, a teachers' yell
Now I sit alone in my personal hell
Afraid and sad
I hear a voice, I see a face
She's dared to visit this awful place?
She smiles and tells me it's alright
My darkened mood is turned to bright
And it's not so bad
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Virgil's Paintbrush - Original Poetry Collection
PoetrySometimes you have to paint a picture with words because there's no other way to paint it.
