They all try
to look the same
Yet all try to give themselves a name
Pick on the boy
Who sits alone
Just because his identity
It is his own
What has the world
come to?
All this wrong people do
Just for the image
That they want to show
Down the path of evil
They tend to go
The next person
That you go to hurt
Or try to make feel
As worthless as dirt
Instead of trying
To look cool
Feel for the guy
Who makes you look a fool
Cool identity isn't a need
Let those you bully
Let them be freed
Your identity
It should be your own
A better person
For you shall be known.
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