Being Judged
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Well, well, well
Look what we have here,
A girl who is useless and overwhelmed with fear.
I may be quite the criticizing one,
But at least I know how to get the job done.
You screwed up,
Bonjour. You look at my beauty, you look at my prevelent poisnous poise,
And none would expect that I would have such a secret.
But my outer shell does not reflect the inner noise
I step, breathe, repeat
Cracks, sparks, heat
The fluidity of my steps become unassertive, unsure.
I look to my fate
What I have earned for my actions
The costriction round my body tightens
Ya know that quiet boy
That gets bullied every day
Then you say you’re not at fault,
Because you had nothing to say
When a guy who’s got it made
The ones who always ask for a vacation.
Is just a bunch of teens.
In the middle of this crazy segregation.
That we've been trying to avoid by all means.
We're all in the middle of this war.
You assumed that it was always me me.
You assumed that it was my fault
You assumed that I was shellfish.
Prove it! They tell me
Just prove it! They say
Or else you don’t really feel this way
My teeth clench tightly
I hold back the tears
I try to keep still
But I’m shaking with fear
