You ridicule me
You act like I’m not consumed with feelings
You say my clothes aren’t cool
You say I look like a fool
I take all your criticism
But I hurt within
You call me names
And try to hurt me when we play games
Just for once I wish
That you could see what I dish out
But you’ll never know
Your to “cool” to ever find out
 
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