Preps,
They just make me mad.
Why do they find joy,
In making others sad?
It is very cruel,
And just not nice.
It is like they thrive,
On starting a fight.
Some of them,
Throw fists,
Others just call names.
But do they not no,
It hurts the person just the same.
Why is it that,
People act the way the do?
Do they not,
Have better things to do?
Everything the say,
About those people are lies.
They are the kind of people,
I try so hard not to despise.
I try and i fight,
To like everyone,
But it seems that,
These people have won.
They alwaise seem,
To get the best of me.
I have turned into,
What they want me to be.
These people making fun of my friends,
Does not make me sad,
It makes me crazy,
And it makes me mad.
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