Blah girls

So there are a couple of girls,
I happen to know from school,
Most of them disgust me,
And most would say I am cruel.

I guess it is the way I speak my mind,
Because none of them ever do,
As if being told the truth,
Was something rather new.

The way I tell them what I think,
Because fake just is not me,
I wish they would just listen,
Or maybe try and see.

They think of me as rude,
For speaking what I think,
And supposedly when I tell them stuff,
It makes them want to sink.

Some say they feel self-conscious
Because of the things I say,
They think of it as criticism,
And take it the wrong way.

Why does it seem to matter so much,
The way I think or feel,
It is no big deal to me,
It is nothing far from real.

It is as if saying what I feel,
Is the wrong thing to do,
I wish people would just realize,
That everything I say is true.

So go ahead and gossip,
And laugh about it too,
But one of these days you will realize,
Your friends go and talk about you.