Humiliation fills you with lava, making your checks turn red
The pointing, the laughing, it follows you everywhere
It's raining inside, there must be a hole in the roof
Then you realize it's your eyes making the rain
The see the tears and falter, wondering if they should continue the taunting
Some back out, whispering their apoligies
Others stay on the bull, they were going to ride it to the end
The small nudges and the baby talk of "Whose a wittle baby now?" comes next
I stand starring at you, so scared and alone
I take a hesitant step forward, then another
Suddenly I hurtle at your attackers, screaming at the top of my lungs
They look at me, then go back to you
"How dare you?" I sceach
A teacher walks by starring at us, wondering if they should interfer
Your attackers back away
I yell after them "Hide behind your cruel words
You're just like us
Trying to fit in where you don't belong
You don't have to be a jerk to get friends!"
The leader looks at us, truley puzzeled then says
"That's what you think, and look where it has gotten you."
How can anyone be so blind?
This is where I belong,
Next to you
I am a miss-fit and proud
I am happy where I am
- Trapped soul
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