Sit down and view my world
Let me take you in
They say my name
As if it is I that should be ashamed.
And yet, I win another battle
They share these tired rumors around my ears
Pretending I cannot hear them
Now it is twice I have won a cold war
You see the thing about me
Is that I tend to persevere
After all the hate, sadness and fear
From all of those
Who seem to oppose
My very existence
Who are they?
That girl that doesn’t want to sit behind me in third period.
That boy who keeps sneaking odd looks at me.
Those who won’t come near.
All because of what they’ve said about me.
Do you see the heat beneath their teeth as they tell their little lies?
Repeating an old story true-untrue,
One that would never die
They are so immature, but they haven’t even realize
Maturity barely past the undeveloped age of five
They’ll never just open up their eyes
I am old, they are young
Well, that’s just the tale of the wise
In high school I thought that they,
Would be the ending of my ceremonious demise
Meek and depressed
With very few friends
While they are countless
So many of them as there is only one of me
And yet I gain contempt
For all of those like them to see
I am in front of an army formatting
It’s me against them as I stand here silent
My feet planted firmly towards the ground
My teeth grinding agitatedly
I am stronger now,
Because I keep having to fight
The muscles in my body straining as I work out the predicament
Of this funny state of affairs
They congregate to throw rocks and to humiliate me
I tremble cold and untrue
Anger besets me,
I am a warrior of another kind
There is no peace sign or treaties
To weaken the enemy at their knees
Just all… out… war!!
It’s me against civilization
How did I get trapped up in this sticky situation?
There is no false grandeur or pretense about this girl you see
They just hating on me being me
Granted, my stubborn preservation
To their false super ego
I am an outsider because,
I do not speak in their gross lingo
Now I know I am the focal point of their horrid obsession
Subjected to the releasing
Of their internal tension
And in this lesson
It is never about me
And more about them
And their sad childish lives
Why am I so proud?
Because despite it all
I shall stand tall
While they cower and wept
Needing the rally of a crowd like sheep
I stand alone, leaving with an undefeated streak