You know something isn't right with the world when she can't even find comfort in herself any more
When she lets the words and whispers of her peers reach her ears, tearing her down until she is no more
I hate these people, with their stereotype bullets and words as sharp as knifes
No concern for her as they talk behind her back, not caring if what they say hurts her or not
Ignorant people with no inclination to see the truth, that just because someone isn't like you, doesn't mean they're freaks
But because she doesn't dress like you, because she isn't faking who she truly is
You leave snide remarks where she can hear them, backhanded comments trailing behind her wherever she goes...

You don't see it, because you don't know her
But I do and it hurts me to see her letting these idiots get to her
I don't know the words to make it better
And I blame all of you