Standing Alone~*

You sit in the back
Of the room a mess
Fingering
Your long black dress

You feel some paper
Hit your head
It reads,
'Loser. I wish you were dead.'

And secretly you believe
And secretly you agree
And secretly you think
'No one needs me.'

The bell rings and your books
Are tight across your chest
You walk past the 'populars'
Seemingly the best

Feet stick out
And you fall flat on your face
They say
'Who are you?
You must be of a different race.'

But one of these days
I'll come up and say
'Just go ahead.
Ignore them.
They soon will pay.'

And you'll just shake your head
And moan
But you can't win a battle
By standing alone.

hmm....i can...i have no idea why i wrote this...rate and comment if u like^^