My Bullied Years

When i was a little kid,

i was always the optimist,

i was always in depression and its



The way my kindergarten teacher would

always laugh at my dreams,

but not everybody was so mean.

I think you know what i mean.

Nevertheless i don't blame them.

So why should i complain then?



I complain for those left behind

who still have to suffer that kind



Of verbal and emotional abuse;

lucky for me, that abuse

didn't have much use

cause their spite in me had no refuge

so it drained away from all the disuse



Why didnt i care?



Cause i knew what they were,

little kids who were



Scared of receiving that same

kind of abuse from their peers .

Why didn't i care?

Cause i knew their opinion,

or at least their public opinion



--What kind of hoopla is that?

Lying about how you feel,

but i don't feel

i need to do that kind of act--



Their opinion didn't matter

cause i am who i am



And the only person whose

opinion of me was one that

mattered was my own.



Because i was that,

my own.



I was free from that torture

of having to live life in contorture,



But now my time has come;

now i care what they think.



What has come of

me and how i think?



"Has this song helped me realize my roots

of self-acceptance," the hollow owl hoots.

For i too have few

friends now.

Or i dont know, is this

the start of my sentence?