You see me walking down the hall,
You always stop and stare.
You wait til’ I walk past and then,
You whisper to your mates.
About how bad her hair is
and don’t her clothes look funny.
maybe I could find a smile
or try to get some friends.
You always judge, but never think.
You never seem to care.
I am the butt of all your jokes.
I’m worsened cos’ of you.
You know my name but not my story.
I’ll tell it to you now.
I can’t afford a new haircut
or a flashy pair of jeans.
Whilst you enjoy your parties,
I’m crying myself to sleep.
You never realise you’re in the wrong
until it’s much too late.
You are the death of me.