He rages from within, his eyes fixed in a stare
Anxious for a fight, with whom he doesn't care
His heart is filled with anger, his fist clenched in a ball
Eager to ruin someone's day, as they hurry down the hall
Who shall be his victim, there are many he can choose
The girl with braces on her teeth, the kid in school whose new
To him they're all the same, how he longs to make them cry
And as the anger builds within, his classmates scurry by
He sees him round the corner, the shortest boy in class
Should he be the victim, he wonders when he teased him last
He doesn't quite recall, he really doesn't care
His choice is finally made, because the boy is there
He calls out nasty names, as the boy dare hurries by
A boy whose done nothing wrong, just merely wondering why
Why he's being teased, why won't anyone step in
His own fear keeps him from a fight, for there's no doubt he'd never win
And there stands in the doorway, a teacher in plain view
Who merely shakes his head, for what else can he do
He's simply there to teach, the boys aren't in his class
Teasing is a part of life; it's a phase he knows will pass
So the bully is the victor, his place has well been earned
The lesson no one taught him, is one he'll never learn
To a teacher, he's merely trouble, to the kids he's to be feared
To his alcoholic father, he's a mistake and wasted years
He's headed for a jail term; his life cannot be saved
His problems are his own; his path to crime is paved
So there he stands so angry, his back against the wall
Begging for attention, by making others small
Standing on a corner, traffic whizzing by
He yells out to the world, angry clouds roll through the sky
His displeasure is apparent, his fists clenched so ever tight
Who shall be his victim, on this fast approaching night
There are many he can choose from; they all deserve his rage
To him the worlds just an act, he longs for center stage
He sees a poor old man, a bag of groceries in his hand
At last he's found his victim, he proceeds without a plan
He calls out angry threats, as the old man stumbles by
An old man whose done nothing wrong, just merely wondering why
Why he's being cursed at, why won't anyone step in
His own fears keep him from a fight, for there's no doubt he'd never win
And there stands in the doorway, a grocer in plain view
Who merely shakes his head, for what else can he do
The man is not his father; the boy is not his son
Words are nothing more than that, the boys just having fun
So the bully is the victor, his place has well been earned
The lesson no one taught him, is one he'll never learn
To the grocer he's merely trouble, to the old man he's to be feared
To his alcoholic father, he's a mistake and wasted years
He's headed for a jail term; his life cannot be saved
His problems are his own; his path to crime is paved
So there he stands so angry, his back against the wall
Begging for attention, by making others small
Drunk and with a shotgun, gripped within his hand
Hidden in the shadows, by a station where he stands
He watches cars pull in and out, customers walking to and fro
Staring past their faces, as they rush past him on the go
Who shall be his victim, on that robbery barely planned
There are many he can choose from, their lives so close at hand
His heart beats out in anger; his brow is damp with sweat
He has to win this game; the rules have long been set
He sees her through the window, of her bright and shiny car
The easy perfect target, his plan will take him far
He hurries to the car door, he forces himself inside
The shotgun near her head, as she begs him for her life
But they are merely words; they do not phase his ears
Her life is unimportant; he mocks her many tears
And somewhere in the struggle, her screams pierce out through the air
She is just another victim, Why? Because she's there
And there stands in the doorway, a mechanic in plain view
Watching as the man drives away, what else can he do?
The girl is not his daughter; the boy is not his son
He could not risk his own life, to stop a stranger with a gun
The papers showed his picture, his face glorified across the screen
To the world he was a loser, to himself, he'd found his dream
For at last somebody noticed, the boy with all that rage
At last he found an audience, there from center stage
So the bully was the victor, his place had well been earned
And the lesson no one taught him, someone else was forced to learn
For somewhere in the world, the shortest boy in class
Stands there on the corner, watching everybody pass
His anger overflowing, poison in his heart
Getting even for his torment, seems the perfect place to start
And elsewhere on the sidewalk, creeps a feeble man
For his own protection, a weapon in his hand
Watching every person, who quickly passes by
His heart no longer frightened, he's no longer asking why
For inside he knows the answer, as does the smallest boy in class
Words ignite an anger, whose meaning may not pass
But perhaps the biggest lesson, that stands out from the rest
Has been forced upon a mother, who wonders what comes next
As she stands there at the gravesite, where her only daughter lay
Wondering about the horrible events, that led her to this day
What caused a child so young, only sixteen years of age
To be filled with so much anger, to internalize such rage
That he would kill her daughter, so young and full of life
Didn't anyone ever take the time, to teach him wrong from right
To his father he was nothing; his life at home was fear
And from his drunken father, came a message very clear
Words that wreaked their damage, that no one cared to see
The day a good-for-nothing boy, became what they said he'd be
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