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
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