Who Are They Really?

They laugh at me, taunt me, and snicker,

Who are they really?

They make fun of me; play with my feelings as if they're a kickball,

Who are they really?

I see that brat girl smiling. But is it what she thinks?

No. Who are they really?

She is using me as her punching pillow.

Who are they really?

For her own insecurity.

Who are they really?

They call me a crybaby, a drama queen.

Who are they really?

I see beyond their made-up faces.

Who are they really?

They are just like me…they have feelings too.

Who are they really?

Fragile as mine.

Who are they really?

I know she smiles all the time, well not in the bathroom.

Who are they really?

I see her crying. "What are you looking at dumb ass?" she calls.

Who are they really?

What makes them so special? The fact they are hypocrites,

Who are they really?

Or the fact that they take it out on me

Who are they really?

And watch me cry.

Who are they really?

But they cry too, so who are they, really, to call me a crybaby, drama queen, a dumb ass

Who are they really?

I'll tell you…they are the only crybabies, drama queens, and ass holes.

Who are they really?

I saw her crying. CRYBABY.

Who are they really?

She makes what's bad for her ten times worse. DRAMA QUEEN.

Who are they really?

And she takes it all out on me. ASS HOLE.

Who are they really?

So answer me this.

Who are they REALLY?