I wish you could see the things they say to me,

But you're too busy with teachers pets and talking about pologamy.

We don't want to discuss the world in an english class,

I wish I could stand upon the table and scream, "I'll pass!"

You don't hear the mean words, selective hearing.

And you don't hear my sighs of pain.

If you'd listen, you'd see that maybe I'd try in your class,

If  I was comfortable with who I've became.

Don't blame me.

Blame the athletes who have all the freedom in the world,

Who don't think that..WORDS DO HURT.


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