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He says
She says
He wonders,
She contemplates
He wants
So does she
She needs
He does too.
The knowledge
the thought 
the love.

what we become

She smiles to big,

She laughs to loud,

she tries to hard.

They all know who she is, 

what she is.

the poser, the fake

no ones true friend.

they mock her behind her back, 

as they smile to her face.

they wait,

like sharks about to feast

waiting for her to fall, 

to screw it all up.

He walks around school, 

glowering at all,

he listens to screams, 

just to drown out his own.

he tries, not to give a sh**

or at least,

to hide when he does

they call him emo,

they want him to care,

that they hate him

they want reaction

she flaunts her flaws,

she refuses to be clawed

by their hate

she hides her virtues

so they'll leave her alone.

oh, she wants friends, 

just not them.

she wont be dragged down,

cause she knows.

He's the one who listens, 

the one who deals with it the most

hes got problems to,

he depends on her 

for his problems

and his alone

while he deals with everyone elses.

She has so much pain, 

she hides it so much

even though it still shows

the marks on her arms, 

the look on her face,

says everythings not all right

They want us gone,

they think they hate.

they dont realize

we're what holds them up

we are the foundation

they are the bell of a chapel

of their own imagining

They want to be on top,

so they dont have to be on bottom

they dont have real friends,

for the most part

only a few.

what will become of them?

what will become of you?

-Lia

Hey, its Lia. As this is my first post, I should probally tell you stuff about myself and such but I really suck at introductions, so this will have to be a learn as you go prossess, my dear as of today non-existent followers.  See ya later