You see?

You see that prep,
messing with her hair,
walking up to her boyfriend,
who is always standing there,

You see that goth,
cutting her wrists,
writing things down,
making a list,

You see that jock,
passing that ball,
looking hott,
and standing tall,

You see that dork,
sitting alone,
with no one to talk to,
on the phone,

You see that Gangster,
hiding that gun,
standing around,
looking for "fun",

You see that bad boy,
leaning up against the wall,
popping his knuckles,
and looking for a kid too small,

You see that shy girl,
all alone,
no wanting to be here,
just wanting to go home,

You see how everyone,
has a label in some way,
but no one has ever really,
heard the words they say!