I am the quiet girl that sits in the back of the class,

Dreading to be called.

Seeing the new face,

Seeing them all.

Seeing the back stabbers trying to make me fall.

Walking to my class without a word,

Dodging the glares,

Dodging them all.

I heard a voice speck my lovely name,

Then running in it into the dirt.

I've had enough!

Decided to confront the face that spoke my name.

Speaking to the girl and only her,

With her toy dogs around.

I asked her what makes you any better than I?

She had the nerve to say she was more loved.

I could not stand it anymore!

I spoke out!

You say you are more loved,

Yet you cut yourself just to get the attention.

You say what is the point of life without someone loving you.

I say what is the point of you getting the attention?

You just love to make others feel sorry for you,

Your girls do not even know you,

 Like i do.

I know what makes you weak!

I understood your pain!

Now i dare you to talk your trash about me,

Right to me.

She stood uneasy,

Trembling in her skin.

She spoke her trash in my face.

That is the day i was known as the quiet girl without a filter.

I let the angers go without punches with my hands,

But with punches from the heart.

The love that i gave you was real,

I was the only one that cared!

I got hurt for you,

I protected you,

Now it's my time to let everyone know just who you are.

You're the girl that does not care!

The girl that would let anyone take a bullet, 

And simply just walk away.

You can careless!

So why care for you?

This is what I dread.

I dread going back to school,

Seeing her face.

Knowing what I did

 I will never apologize for,

For what I simply spoke out.

That was not who I am,

Now it's my label.

I am the quiet girl without a filter.