I've never done anything to you
Yet I'm still the target of humiliation
To bathe frequently and wash clothes constantly
And I smell like a dead animal?
To hide my skin with long sleeves and pants
And never once been on a date or kissed a guy let alone have sex
But I'm still a slut?
I get pitied by my so called 'friends' that spread your lies.
I've done nothing to you.
But I'm the bad guy?
When you push me, laugh at me, lie about me, hurt me?
That I'm stupid, worthless, trashy, filthy and diseased?
I walk through the halls just wishing I'd disappear or die
I cry at night begging for it all to end
And I stare into the mirror at the scum that stares back.
Are you happy? Because I'm not.