I'm sick of the nicknames
I'm sick of the lies.
I'm sick of this itchy,
And fading disguise.

I remember the smiles,
From times too long done.
I remember our laughter,
Our schemes, and our fun.

But now we just sit,
And study our books.
We study our peers,
And popular looks.

Everyone’s against us.
We sneak and we steal,
We try not to conform,
To others appeal.

But we lack motivation,
We lack that famed drive.
That when we were younger
Made us wish we could fly.

If we all worked together
To push ourselves up,
Instead of the poisoning
That makes us give up.

We could make the world see
That what they said was wrong,
We could control our own lives,
No matter how short or how long.