I go to school, knowing I will get hurt.
No matter what I do, they treat me like dirt.
I tryed staying home, I won't get bullyed there.
Because at school, they just call names and stare.
It doesn't matter how much I cry.
In the end I surender with a sigh.
They always get to me, with their words.
I somtimes wish I could fly away, like the birds.
They yell at me for no reason at all.
I wonder if its because I'm stupid, or that I'm not that tall.
I just wish i could fly away.
To a place without these words, there I would stay.
A place where there are no rumors, that tare me apart.
A place I could have a whole new start.
The place that does not exist, the place in my head.
I lie awake at night, and think about it before bed.
Brizinatopia is the place I escape to.
The place in my head, its skys are always blue.
The kids from school are not invited there.
They will make fun of me, and laugh, and stare.
So this place is kept to me and me only.
In Brizinatopia I have a beautiful house in a beautiful tree.
I live there alone, without the hurtful people in this world.
Without someone laughing when my hair is curled.
I escape to this place whenever the words start.
To protect my soul, to protect my heart.
Brizinatopia is my only way to cope
But this place gives me hope
Someday the words will stop
And the bully's bubble will pop
And He won't know were to go
I will help him though
I will tell him,"Ignore their words that hurt. Go to a happy place,
If its your own made up world or a jungle or outer space.
It helps to tune them out,
that way, you won't hear them, even if they shout.
You used to hurt me this way,
but I know it was just a game that you would play.
Now, I hope we can be friends."
And that is how the story ends.