Not the norm

Walking through the hall
Head down with my books by my side
Hoping no one notices my Innocent attempts of suicide
Watching people snicker as they walk by hurts me to the point that I just wanna die
My tight black cloths are not the norm
So they insist I'm a freak and that I'm oh so bleak
The people I "trust"
Talk behind my back
they think I dont know
They simply watch me and hope I dont see the way they have to be
Yet I bet if they knew they wouldn't do anything thing they do
They wouldn't call me the EMO kid
Or make fun of me when I walked by
They would just say I was dumb and that i need to stop
But their the reason that I cry and sometimes want to die