7 .vs. 8

I'm aware I'm not accepted; I know I don't fit in.
You act like I have 3 eyes, or I have a fin.

It's either you ignore me, or you're just plain rude.
You tell me I'm annoying* and you hate my attitude.

I guess I'll just stay silent; you all think I'm insane.
None of you speak to me, so it will all stay the same.

I'm buried in my darkness, a cloud around my head.
There's not point to my words, you never hear what I said.

I am hiding inside myself, blocking out the hate.
The rejection all because I'm in grade 7, not grade 8.

And here I sit, behind my hair, acting just so fake.
Because all this non-inclusion, is more than I can take.

All these fake smiles, whispers and complaints.
You act like I'm a devil, and all of you are saints.

I'm tired of the remarks, directed right at me.
When deep down, you're chipping away all my self-esteem.

You treat me like I have 3 eyes, or maybe just a fin.
That's for making my unaccepted, now I'm sure I don't fit in.