Credit crunch of freinds

Right now it I feels like I am going through the credit crunch of friends,
Same crap day in day out this shit never ends,
So like a true poet I am,

I grab a puce of paper and one of those pens,

Day by day like it was in school,
The situation goes from bad to worse,
Only this time round I feel like I am out of options,
Because I cant say I want to go home to the nurse,

The bullies every where I lock are just looking for a way to get rid,

Even down the stairs to lesson,

I hear the bullies calling me names like the milky bar kid,

A situation breaks out in the corridor,
With a bully giving me orders in a hostile attitude,
His fist clenched tightly,

If I say the wrong things to him his knuckles will meet my face,

The fact that he thinks he can tell me what to do,
Is a complete and utter disgrace,

Its seems like it is the same old routine,

Of friends turning to foe,

Breaks and lunches or the worst,

Because it feels like I have no were to go,

I cannot go anywhere with this feeling of tense segregation,

One of the issues is,

I am a boy with a lack of pigmentation,

But I am here for the long road,

If bullies think that I am going back down,

Then there immensely mistaken,

They can push me punch me call me,

and say what they like with the coldest words spoken, 

But my soul will never ever be broken,