They say words that make you cry
You never fight back, you never even try
Walking with your head down, expecting the worst
You can’t get ahead thinking your life must be cursed
Crying doesn’t help but it washes away the dirt
The stench of hurtful words makes you feel heartbroken and hurt
You look at those around you; enemies that hate
Bullies, liars, and the ones you allowed to decide your fate
How did it come to this? How could you let this be?
It was because you gave them permission; that was the key
Take it all back, tell them to go to hell and leave you be
Otherwise, they will control you and you’ll never be free
“No one is you, and that is your power”
Be no longer afraid to blossom into a beautiful rare flower