You go to school and there’s a rumor spread around about you
you don’t even know what it’s about, all you know is it can’t be good
then you find out that they’re calling you lesbian and that you’ve been putting your hand up girls skirts and feeling them
you know this isn’t true but nobody listen to you your side of the story doesn’t matter
your friends aren’t your friends….your so called friends made this rumor and laugh at you with everyone else
The glares you receive are..as if you aren’t human
everyone’s eyes focused on you.
suddenly your sick and alone.. school doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter that you’re skipping class right now.
The problem follows you home
you can’t escape as if you’re trapped in an invisible box
The rumors grow and grow and you are seen less and less
you sit alone
you are alone
nothing matters anymore.
you’re dead inside, you’re a weirdo, lesbian, tomboy, freak show, stupid, ugly, chubby.
then you don’t show up at all
you wonder if they miss you
but they reassure you they don’t
Teen society is cruel.