Today I'm just the girl people knew,
cuz they probably don't know me anymore.
Fake smiles during the day,
cascading tears late at night behind closed and locked doors.
Hating all the teachers,
they never seem to care,
don't they ever guess
that I too, need my own amount of air?

Not having them all pressing around me,
And asking me all these questions.

Today I'm not listening,

He didn't know what was comming.
All he saw was my fist.
I heard the crack his nose made,
I swear I felt the bone break into 3 pieces.
Santa, put me on the naughty list,
Brother,
understand it was provoked,
I didn't mean to hit so hard,
never guessed his nose broke.

Sick of it all,
too many fights,
just wish they wouldn't call me a retard all the time.

Sitting there,

heart beating fast,

so terrible scared.

"He can't hurt you."

How would they know?

Pushed up against his chest, his arms around me,

forming the barrier

between choas,and myself.

they talkabout me late at night,

when I'm either dancing,

or supossidly asleep.

How I'm not getting better,

I'm only getting worse.