It’s hard to be a kid these days,
It’s harder still when you are hurt for something that you say.
Hurt for what you do, and hurt for what you did,
Hurt for no reason and hurt because you hid.
They hit, they yell, they cast you glance,
They hold you so close, but could you ever enjoy that awful dance?
Like a python and its prey, what can someone trapped say?
Talk to a friend like a teacher, a coach, a priest, or some other,
They can really listen to your troubles like a devoted brother.
You think your life will get worse, but sometimes things get better,
Change your life, make that call, text, or email that letter.
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