Your words,
They hurt.
I am a girl,
but I dont flirt.
They wear skirts,
I wear shorts.
I hate shopping,
They crave for more.
Make-up,
I cannot stand.
By hearing this,
You'd think I`m a man.
No one knows exactly where I fit,
All I can do is watch and sit.
I dont like glitter or pink,
I watch these people,
They flirt and wink.
Honestly they disgust me.
To bad no one can see,
The way they hurt and abuse me.
"I`m so sorry."
Is what they say,
But do they really no the pain I go threw each day?
The boys in school treat me in a different, yet similar, way.
They make me feel miserable,
Yes, each day.
They call me an "It"
But I dont care,
Pitching a fight,
I wouldnt dare.
How am I supposed to handle this?
I`ve handled it for years,
And almost called it quits.
But soon,
I told.
Yes, I did.
I spoke up and told,
What I had been threw,
As a kid.