They wrinkle their noses

Stomp on his toes

Tell him his ugly

Is starting to show

They whisper when he walks by

Filling him with rage

They taunt him in their middle school

His own tortureing cage

And when he screams his lungs out

And when he starts to cry

And when he starts to fight them back

All they do is ask him why

They kill him with their words of poison

Bringing pain to his life

And then they start to ask him

Why the hell are you holding a knife?