I am Sixteen
I am sixteen
People pick on me
The girl I call
My best friend
Laughs with them
How come I'm ugly?
What if they kill me
Before school
And my best friend
Doesn't care anymore.
I have to learn to talk back
To people
I'm too scared, too quiet and shy
I cry before school
They will punch me
But finally
The real me has
Nothing to do
And my best friend
Doesn't care anymore.
No one can stop
Talking about me
I should talk
About them
They bully me
Why do I have
To be the one
Getting picked on
Wearing glasses
I don't want to go to
School tomorrow
Can I do this
long enough?
And my best friend
Doesn't care anymore.