The Bully

Everyone wants me to be good,
Because I'm just like everyone else.
I'm just an ordinary young woman who's alone in this world,
And I have enough troubles getting by. 
I always keep myself out of fighting
And all those other bad things. 
There's plenty of trouble in this world, 
That I don't need to run into. 
But I don't have time to worry about those troubles, 
Because I already have troubles in school. 
The trouble in school is the form of a classmate
Who's a nasty, no-good bully. 
The girl with the red hair who sits behind me
Almost every day in my homeroom class
Is not a real nice person 
That anyone should be around with. 
That girl always ruins my life,
Turning it into a nightmare. 
Because of her, all my thoughts 
Have become focused on the next awful encounter with her. 
That scary girl has put me in a daze
Because she loves to torment me so much. 
Fear often reflects in my eyes
Whenever that girl picks on me. 
Even my devoted friends are too scared of her to help me out, 
So I've been trying to fend for myself. 
I've tried almost everything
That I thought would make her back down. 
I've tried fighting her back,
But it didn't work. 
I've told on her,
But it didn't work. 
I've tried just leaving her alone, 
But nothing I've tried works. 
That girl still picks on me 
Whenever she has the chance. 
So I've told my mother about that girl 
And asked her how I could bring that girl down. 
My mother told me that I could try 
A new line of defense. 
She told me that in order to stop that girl
I should confuse her by being nice to her. 
She told me that if the girl kept bothering me, 
I should just walk away. 
So I listened to my mother
And followed her advice. 
Whenever the girl tries to pick on me,
I just ignore her and walk away. 
When she tries to make me feel hurt, 
I stop what I'm doing and just ignore her. 
I confuse her by doing or saying nice things
Instead of yelling or picking fights. 
That girl used to make my body go rigid with terror, 
But now I put on a dazzling display of courage
Whenever she's around me. 
The girl with the red hair who sits behind me
Almost every day in my homeroom class
Now understand that she shouldn't bother me. 
She can see that I'm not a coward
And won't fall for any of her threats. 
My friends and I are pleased with how
This girl has turned out after I stood up to her. 
She no longer ruins my life
And doesn't give me any more trouble. 
And I know one thing for sure:
That girl's not a bully anymore. 
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