X Anonymous Illiterate

I am the boy that couldn't spell
This face is made for breaking
Come on kids lets gather round
And kick my fucking face in
Come on I've earnt it fair and just
I couldn't write my name
My brand new coat with buttons bust
And my nose is just the same
Back in class lets hear your 'Aww'
Just in awe of shame
I've vacuumed in your charity
As if it was a game
They spit and punch and bite and kick
No friends I am alone
For no-one wants a target friend
I'll put the glass lens in at home
As you read you'll no doubt feel
A sense of self pity and wallow
But I tried to be a person I swear
But this torture is hard to swallow
At the end just rest assured
My little boy days were my hell
Not even mummy wants a cripple
Or the boy that couldn't spell.