Why are they talking about me behind my back?
The boys talking about hooking up, maybe getting me in the sack
The girls tell lies about me, they are on the attack
Picking me apart, trying to find areas where I may lack
Here I thought the school games had ended
I thought I was amongst grown-ups, I realize not, & I am offended
Their childish gossiping shows their immaturity
Not only that, it also shows their insecurity
If I were the immature type,
I might get all caught up in this hype
But I am not, and to their level I will not fall
Confident of my strengths, I will continue to stand tall
They can say whatever they wish, it will not hurt me at all