Walking down the halls I can see their smirks I try being nice but it just don't work Slanderous remarks to which I ignore I've had this day before For fun during day I use my mind For fun at night I think of better times Some people call me… they call me a queer You dumb freak, you're pretty weird Now, then there's some who make fun of my hair I look into their eyes, there ain't no color there They laugh out loud, they don't know how to cry The only feeling they have is when they're feeling high So at night I cry for them in my bed Meanwhile they're wishing me dead The next day I try to act real kind Then they insult me but I try not to mind I just want to keep on loving and caring While they're in the corner gossiping and swearing So I hope one day they will realize How they treat me then open their eyes
Reason for writing:
This is my anthem to almost everyone in my school.
I don't wish hate, just violent change. Well, peaceful
realization...yeah
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