peoples eyes

People put you down

people tell you that you are things you know you aren't

people like to be right

but even when they aren't

you can never tell them

not only because they lie and try to steal your life from you

but they love to see you feel bad

on Friday i was called a s**t and a w***e

i had rocks thrown at me

i had people grab me in wrong place

but did i say anything

yes i did once i got home i went to my room

we cried

i say we because it was me and my sister

we sat talking about it i don't know who they were

only knew one

i don't know his name

but i know his sister

Nichole martin

i cant believe that all this crap happens

i am not any of those things

i will never be anything like that

but

yet i feel disgusted with myself

sometimes you can only be you and others

you can't even show your real face