Why Me

When I'm being good,
is when you point me out.
When I'm quiet,
I'm all you talk about.
Everytime someone speaks,
you blame it on me.
I wish just once you would see,
the other kids talking,
and let me be.
It's not always my fault,
but you don't see that.
I wish just one time,
you could just give me a pat,
tell me good job,
and let that be that.