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I watch you in the hall I watch you in the streets
All of you pretending to be someone your not
Self image is all you have forget about self respect
Its not about love its about coming out on top
Columbine is your fault and I hope it happens again
Just so you can feel for once what you make us feel everyday
Were all scared and angry but you don’t really care
All you  can think of is how to fix your hair
If someone is just a little bit different you call them a freak
Well just wait, you’ll get what you gave
When your on the streets all alone
because you couldn’t make it on your own
When your begging us “freaks” for change
We’ll actually show you compassion
Because we have always known who we really were
And we know how to love
This poem is for you, and you know who you are (untitled)