The Pretty Ones

The pretty ones.
The beautiful ones.
They are all they see.
I can wish as much as I want.
That will never be me.

Sitting in the back of the class.
A loner in my own right.
Those bitches with their skin tight cloths.
No one will ever oppose them.
They all chose them.

I'm ugly to society.
I'm fat to the reality of their ignorant minds.
All they spill is pathetic lies.
That make those poor little ones,
Want to pull that damn trigger.
Blow their brains.
Escape this horid train.
This train that leads us out casts to out immediate soul stealing  death.

Call her a hoe,
You don't even know.
She has to work day and night.
To win the fight.
She fights to survive.

The cuts on his arms.
He lies and says he just isn't warm.
but the other kids sometimes see.
The popular ones find out.
They mock him.
Emo,
Faggot.
Misfit.
Gay.
Easy,
Slut,
Man hoe.
They don't know.
At home,
He's beaten.
Abused.
Mommy and daddy.
Druggies and drunks.
Don't give a shit.
They'll always take their hits.

Mommy, mommy.
They hurt me.
They make fun of me.

Don't worry, baby.
They'll all stop(maybe).

Pretty ones.
I am not.
I'm hideous.
Jealous.
Stupid