Not Right

The teasing,
The words,
They don't see,
How even that little bit,
That seems to be fit.

Not right,
Their might,
Too strong for me to fight.

The names,
The laughter,
It's all around me,
Surrounds me,
I can't see,
Their evil blinds me.

Not right,
Their might,
Must fight.

The evil they sing,
The good that's not there,
I want to take wing,
To fly, fly far away from here,
Like a bird in the sky.

Not right,
To tried of their might,
To weak to fight.

I'm gone,
So there is none,
Till in the morning,
I will face it again.

Not right,
That strong might,
To tired to fight,
So goodnight.

~written by Amber W.