I like to think that I’m kind of heart
But sometimes the things my best friends say
Dampens this image I try to portray:
Just as class is about to start,
A girl walks in maintaining a distance
My point is proven in this particular instance
I hear my friend say “My God she’s so weird”
Just loud enough that the whole room could maybe hear
The girl shot us a look and I knew that the comment had hit her
Quite frankly, I don’t blame her for being so bitter
How could she say that?
That brat!
I’m tempted to call her on what she just said
But I shamefully laugh along with her instead
Because the thing I dread more than the notion others see
Is being shunned by the inside if I were to disagree
And others might call me a shadowing drone
And so be it if it means I will not be alone