My skies have gone a tingy shade of gray,
The wost day ever wont go away.
The trees all gloomy, The wold so dark,
My world labeled with the *weird* mark.
I constantly hide behind my hair,
Pretending those horrible people are not there.
I hate the way they look at me and smirk,
I'm hiding, living in the dark shadows where I lurk.
My pain gives then happiness,
Adds to their bubbly liveliness.
I used to always shake with fear,
But now I refuse to go near.
When I'm in tears they say "Yea go have a cry"
Not knowing theres no one to dry my eyes.
But I always go to school the next day,
Much to my, and their dismay.
