I am Sixteen

I am sixteen 

People pick on me

The girl I call

My best friend

Laughs with them

How come I'm ugly?

What if they kill me

Before school

And my best friend

Doesn't care anymore.

I have to learn to talk back

To people

I'm too scared, too quiet and shy

I cry before school

They will punch me

But finally

The real me has

Nothing to do

And my best friend

Doesn't care anymore.

No one can stop

Talking about me

I should talk

About them

They bully me

Why do I have

To be the one

Getting picked on

Wearing glasses

I don't want to go to 

School tomorrow

Can I do this

long enough?

And my best friend

Doesn't care anymore.