Don't think i'm the guilty one,
when your impressed with status.
You can't ruin the abuser, when hes wrapped up in silk,
a royalty in high school,
while i'm just the pauper who cried wolf.
Who else will you overlook?
He hit me
you don't believe me,
Let the marks on my face be false evidence
She commited suicide
you don't believe her
Yet another day she is marked absent
He's failing Honors
you write him off as unimpressive
But he comes home to fatherhood for his three siblings
Don't you see,
we aren't just attention deprived drama queens
Theres problems in the youth,
but you do nothing but shake your head at the elements of abuse.