What the Loser Wants

Some of the kids would go silent when I walked by in the hall Look at anything but me Or sometimes they'd laugh at me They knew They'd call me a loser, a freak Saying things about my mom How she must've been ugly Or how my own mother never wanted me I don't have a mom I never did She left a long time ago Pops told me it's my fault she's gone She couldn't love something like me A failed abortion They're right about my mom That's why I did what I did To stop them from thinking about my miserable life And end the torment Of their words, so close to the truth The voices taunting me Hating me Telling me I'm nothing But they've stopped now And that feels so good That I don't mind the jacket Or even the padded room