I get it, its rough

That her hair looks tough

and thinking that fixing it in the school bathroom

will be enough.

That his shoes don’t match his fit

And that new kid who can’t find a group to sit with.

But it’s hard to fit in, or even to make a difference

because really who else would?

When standing up, would it be the ones recording?

The ones watching?

The ones instigating?

The ones waiting for s*** to pop off and let someone get hit!?

No.. Because no-one stood.

I get it, it’s hard

Running the yards, raising your hand, filling in the bubbles.

Worrying that when you walk you’ll trip and stumble.

They’ll laugh.

Embarrassed.

They’ll talk.

Heated.

No matter how much you prove yourself,

You’ll still feel defeated.

I get it, it sucks

Walking down the hall but feeling stuck

Wanting to get from one place but left in the other

Wanting to be included but you can’t so you start to think

“I’m not like the others”.

And you’re right, you aren’t

So be yourself and don’t put up a front

Relax your shoulders, open your mind

And begin with a fresh start.