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Wrote this in class..how I feel.. |
| All eyes are on me But that's not a good thing Snickers and whispers haunt my hears And pointing fingers haunt my eyes My head hangs down I'm not skinny Nowhere near that actually I have acne My face is not pretty My clothes aren't fancy I don't have the money I'm just an outsider I try to fit in That doesn't work They laugh at me Sometimes they just ignore me One's that claim to be my friend Talk about me behind my back or to my face Why don't they like me Why am I the only one Why do they think they can hurt me like that Why... Crying is all I want to do I stay away from reality In the comfort of my own home I stand alone... |