It's the rumors...
They're what get to me
Why do they have to start?
Why are they about me?
What did I do?
It's never ending...
The rumors...
They're so cruel...
How can people be so mean?
I can't stand it, year after year. Why me?
I just want it to stop.
I want to shout and scream but I lose my voice every time.
I sit there in silents like nothing happened.
I want to yell in their face, I want them to know how it feels.
Who knew the closes people could hurt you so much...
I was born into a big family.
I have a lot of cousins, aunts, and uncles
We all live close to each other, same state, same town.
But
What is family?
They call me different because of the way I look, act, learn
But they say it like it's a bad thing
I am different. I am. But I am not embarrassed by it, I am not ashamed.
All I needed was one person to be able to talk to.
My hands would shake during class uncontrollably
Wanting to cry and cry till there is nothing left
But instead
I am alone
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