Bullied Poem by pamela taylor

Why do i get bullied.
And always picked upon,
i.m just an easy target,
to lay your shots upon,
the harshful, hurtful words you say,
tighten my body inside,
not to mention the hands that raise,
the bruises i have to hide,
don't matter where i.ve been,
don't don't matter what i.ve done,
there.s always a nasty sole i.ve approached,
in my 13 yrs of young,
they change the person you are,
they scar your inner sole,
so take a minute or two,
and think hard before you become INVOLVED...