Labelled

Walk down the halls,
Eyes on my back,
People claiming
The confidence I lack.

Names shouted behind,
They always will be,
Always labelled,
Never allowed to be me.

Voices I don't know,
'B*, cow, ginger, ho'
These names follow me
Wherever I go.

Unfamiliar faces,
'Emo, Greb, Goth, Freak'
This is my life,
Each and every week.

They don't even know me,
Don't know what I'm like,
They're just more problems,
More battles to fight.

I can't control anything,
Thoughts and emotions unstable,
Sick of this sh!t
And always being labelled.

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