Sometimes it's hard for us to comprehed,

That your "best friend" is onlu pretend,

You tell them all your deep dark secrets,

But they take those weaknesses,

They twist them around,

Telling everyone their evil devise,

But you're the only one that knows it is all lies.

Leaving you with your back against the wall,

Making you feel so small,

Feeling all the eyes wandering onto you,

Knowing you're the "talk of the town,"

Hearing them laughing,

Echoing, again and again in your head.

They make going to school something you dred.

You're known as the loser, outcast,

Who always gets picked last

My point is,

Kids can be cruel.

Especially in junior high and high school.