You look at me
But do you see me
Or am I nothing
Transparent
Just the typical
Band geek
Freak
I may not be popular
But that doesn't mean
That I don't matter
I see the cheerleaders
Walking in the halls
Feeling myself unconsciously
Shrinking toward the walls
Labels? Yea.
They're everywhere
Judgment? Definitely.
It's always there.
Just like we always breathe.
SLAM
As my books are
Knocked to the floor
But they don't even
Turn around
You look at me
Just the typical
Band Geek
Freak
But do you really see me?
