The two sides to this story

She said: “She can’t be in choir,
It’ll distract me from what I do,
Her happiness doesn’t matter”
And that became true.

I said: “I have a right to be happy,
I have a right to sing,
I have a right to be in choir”
But it didn’t do anything.

She said: “She kept staring at me,
Just the other day.
I’m over what happened.”
But she goes on about it anyway.

I said: “She had a huge go at me,
And wherever I go she stares,
She’s recking my life”
But nobody cares.

She said: “Her locker should be moved,
So she can’t ‘victimise’ me,
She looked at me the other day”
That look starts World War 3.

I am depressed from what she’s done,
But they don’t realise,
They don’t notice my problems
They’re too busy listening to her lies.