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