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Hiding behind the bathroom stall

I can’t believe that’s what they’re saying

about me.

Biting my fingers, scratching the walls

-I can’t believe my ears.

Busting open the door and crashing my head into a mirror

I try to see the disease they see.



But they don’t know me

so I should learn to care

like they care.

About me.



They saw my face in the mud

and thought that they liked me that way

knowing they could push me that far

they’d do anything they could to keep me down.

But I continued to rise and fall

with every passing day.



But they don’t know me

So I should learn to care.

Like they care.

About me.



Walking into the classroom

I get used to what they’re saying

about me.

Holding their breath and averting their eyes

while I walk to my seat causing a fright.

As soon as I turn my back I hear

the whispers about what I did last night.



But they don’t know me.

So I should learn to care.

Like they care.

About me.