i stumble down the halls
head bowed, eyes lowered
trying to avoid them
as i continue forward
stopped dead in my tracks
familiar words that reek
they ring in my ears
"where do you think you're going, freak?"
don't look them in the eye
they want to see you in pain
you can't defend yourself
just hope they'll go away
"there's a price for being weird"
a soda over my head
i can't help but wonder
if i'm better off dead
what did i ever do,
to deserve such torment?
they enjoy hurting me
only because i'm different
can't they see that i'm human?
or do freaks not have feelings too?
how can i make them stop?
just tell me, what must i do?
i need their attention!
with a noose around my neck
will you listen to me now?
or will i do something i regret?
the stage curtain opens
the show is now on
the crowd stands to their feet
will they miss me when i'm gone?
i wasn't really going to
i just wanted them to know
but now that i'm here and they're seeing it
they're telling me to go
they laugh and cheer,
they want me to die
maybe i should, could, would
but i don't know why
everything flashes before me
those times in the halls
they punched and they mocked
trying to make me fall
back in the cafeteria
they threw food in my face
reminding me i was a misfit;
i don't belong in any place
or in gym class,
i'm not exactly the best...
i'm not the "star athlete"
i don't even want to be with the rest
and all of these people
are telling me to
i'm not even wanted
what do i have left to do?
with one single step
off of that stage
i did what i had to,
i payed my final wage
what was the point?
i had nothing left
i was unloved and unwanted
no one even wept
they probably laughed
in fact, i'm sure it was funny
to see someone so tortured,
so jinxed and unlucky
i'm sure it was great
to see me hanging limp
to see the kid who hurt so much,
that he died to stop it
 
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