People stare and whisper,
as they watch my moves and face,
they say to each other desperate lies,
and made me feel out of place.
I wish that they would stop,
and just let me live my life,
but they keep on whispering and lying,
every word acts like a knife.
Their eyes reveal no pity,
as I stand upon the edge,
I never want to come back here,
to this place that I sure dread.
This is where I've lived,
but belong here I do not,
for my feelings hurt is their own food of happiness,
and my soul they have forgot.
Sometimes I thought about hatred,
and the words back to them as I may,
but I didn't want to be like them,
so I looked towards another day.
Their jokes kept on coming,
but I never saw what was wrong,
I never knew what they saw in me,
that made me suffer so long.
Now I sit here thinking,
and pondering here about them all,
when I stood in front of them for years,
and they made me feel so small.
I hate them all for throwing,
their comments and lies the same,
and now I don't have to see them,
but I continue to feel the pain.
They never let me live,
they always left me out,
of their social life and fun and games,
I stood next to them to pout.
They pretended not to notice,
I stood up in their face,
and now I understand what their problem was,
and I stood upon my base.
Their home was just an unwelcoming site,
and I'm glad I ran away,
for being with them all the time,
made me pray for a different way.
They can stay the way they are,
those girls that let their eyes and lies spread,
and it's because of them they know,
that I stood back from them and fled.
