Because They Can.

They pull her hair,

Because she'll grow some more,

It's not that pretty, so what's it for?

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They slap her arm,

Because she won't feel pain,

And she said she'd never cry again.

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They call her names,

Because words don't hurt,

At least as much as stones and dirt.

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They call her "freak"

Because she knows it's true.

They tell her what she already knew.

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They break her heart,

She's not worth a dime,

It'll probably get better, over time.

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They lock her out,

Because she likes it alone,

She'll learn to stand up on her own.

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They push her down,

Because she doesn't care,

She'll probably just stay down there.

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They wish her dead,

Because she's worthless space,

And worse, they have to see that face.

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They hate her so,

Because she isn't them,

And for that their job is to condemn.

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Her heart is bruised,

Her spirit gone,

She could have stopped it all along.

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They come like shadows,

Be they child or man,

They hurt us just because they can.