People Talk

People like to talk about me Just because they know it hurts me Nobody likes to see how I see They all just want me to live in misery I'm clutching my fist I can't handle this Holding my head Wishing I was dead Nobody cares though This is what they wanted so Everyone knows I can't handle much more They're all hoping I'll walk out the door Or even better I'll hit the floor This isn't funny it's become hard core Stomping my feet I know I've been beat Pulling my hair How do they dare?