August 6, 2009
People laugh, people stare
They call you names
They push you down

You question yourself
Are they right?
Should you listen to them?

Your parents tell you
You’re beautiful you’re smart
You don’t believe them

You get good grades
But you say
That doesn’t mean anything

You just want to be
Pretty, funny, popular
Or to just fit in with the crowd

Someone tells you popularity is not
Who your friends are its
How many friends you have

You say you don’t have friends
Your family dosen’t love you
So why should I live?

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