I Will Beat Them
The looks that are pointed at me
Are all that I can see
And they don’t seem nice
But as cold as ice
This might be blunt
But I’m pulling a big stunt
Not going to be boring
It will be awarding
No one expect
And I’ll dissect
Those cold stares
And evil glares
Are nothing more
To what’s in store
Will they go away?
Should I stay?
I know what I am doing
And they’ll keep on booing
I am me
Just let them wait and see
I don’t give up
I just pour it in a cup
I live my life
Without anger and strife
Copyright © Jessica Green | Year Posted 2008
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