Loosing friends loosing hope,
Seems like no one cares, Feel stuck in a globe.
Why does everything seem so magical?
like learning new things and doing a pratical.
Being popular, is not everything, Being hated is.
getting hurt because i flirt.
Fooling around with no sound.
just dont want to be found.
But im here, feeling like shakespeare
dropping into tears, coz im full of fear.
Loving poetry is a dream, not a fairytale, just doing a theme.
Being a teen, just wanting to be the best like something like the queen.
Being pretty, people just always thinks im a fitty.
I say " its not about looks, its about personality"
not a cartoon, its REALITY!
Feeling a waste of space, just want people to think of me is ace.
Think i was misplaced.
Why am i good at everything?
Because of that i get called a geek, then i just come out with come backs like "so what im on fleek, and you reek".
Hating who i am, isnt going to solve it. I cant help being wit.
I may be popular, sometimes i wish i was unpopular.
even though I still get called hideous names. I take it serious but they take it as games.
My life, The wild life.
Sometimes it seems, I am outside looking in
No one can see, the real me
Popular and cruel, the unspoken rule
Hurt me, and I'll hurt you back
Step aside, now I am ruling this reality
this wasted space, feeling like a fatality