School Fight

Hold it, hold it don’t let it fall Once it falls he’ll call you a cry baby You scream at the top of your lungs You are angry and about to explode In your head you know you have to look tuff You feel the water coming down you are trying to stand your ground You are blinded by the puddle that has been created in your eyes You know they see your tears but you continue to stand your ground You refuse have anyone think you are weak He is not getting to you these tears are nothing Well, they don’t mean what he thinks it means He is not hurting your feelings these tears are misleading Your emotions are mixed and you cannot handle the tension Sitting on the bottom of your eyelids is full of rage, annoyance and frustration All he will see is your tears The puddle is coming down you widen your eyes That is not working before you know it you blink The puddle in your eyes becomes a waterfall down your face You quickly rub your cheeks Too late the crowd looks at you, he looks at you and you look at him You read his bearing lips All you hear is "look at the little baby crying" All you feel are your fingers quenching in a fist and your hand going against the direction of the air And a boy in the crowd screams fight