People

by Emily   Oct 10, 2004


I walk down the hall
I can hear the whispers
Look at her hair
She looks like a bear
I never asked for all the hate
I just tried to live
as if I was the great
But no to many hates
So many days
that I wish I would die
But why I keep fighting
So I can prove something to them
That no matter what
I will alway be me
I dont care what
people have to say
I will just take it
and shove it in there face
Then we will see whos crying
And that will be the day
When Im smiling

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