"Look at that fatty!"
The crowd starts roaring.
The poor kid's laughing too,
As the insults keep pouring.

"You're flat as a table!"
They snicker out loud.
She shakes it off with a laugh,
Silently wishing she was round.

"Check out those juicy melons!"
They praise the boy’s sight,
As the girl gets devoured
By their monstrous delight.

Stand up for the bullied—
Tell ’em, "That's rude."
They'll start mocking you:
"Aw, you tryna be someone good?"

Call the perverts out,
And tell ’em to shut up—
No, they won’t listen to ya,
They'll call you the ****.

Why?
Because in this generation,
The good's the bad,
And the bad's the good.
It’s sad to say,
There's nothing more to be understood.

You say I have an attitude
'Cause I don't mingle a lot?
Sweetie, you need a wording check —
That's called being left out.

Even if I preferred the space,
It doesn't make me an egoist.
There's a term called "introverts" —
Do add it to your vocab list.

People like you destroy innocent souls,
All for the need of your own
Self-satisfactory goals.

People like you don't deserve praise —
Instead, y’all need dents on your face.
For luring us into your sweet-scented trap,
Expecting joy — all we got was crap.

I curse at you loud in my head,
But when it comes to words,
It just can't be said.

And now I'm trapped in your sorcery,
With nowhere to go.
It just keeps repeating —
The seed's been sown.

A free-flowing body — within my grasp,
yet it slips through my fingers.
A vast mirror reflects the morning sky,
glistening like floating diamonds.

Yesterday, a gentle ripple caressed the shore —
the calm before a storm.
Today, a whirl of conflicts
devours all, whole.

As clear as glass — yet mysteries lurk,
in the uncharted waters of your deepest thoughts;
escaping light,
blending seamlessly into the eerie dark.

Drowned in your tears,
you became the ocean itself...
while I stood frozen in time,
slowly watching you drift away.

I am a lock without a key,
the salt and tears lost from my sea.
As I scrape my arms and pull my hair,
please free me from this twisted lair.

For a girl who has all but none,
is it too greedy to ask
for just one person who sees the truth
behind her painted mask?

For a girl who used to fight for space,
since when was "alone" her normal case?
For a girl who used to yap all day,
since when did she have nothing to say?

For a girl who did zit but act —
doesn't she deserve a reward?
"For the best acting skills of the decade,
we present to you... the Oscar Award!!!"

God, you're such a cruel witch,
throwing me in this pile of ditch.
Why do I have to be the one
to get your ***** work all done!?

God, I am SO fed up of this.
Fed up of playing the morning sun,
with a beam on my face, as I lighten your days —
"***, this is so fun!!!"

Just gimme a BREAK,
GODAMMIT!

I am SO done.
I am SO done.
I am SO done.