Why all the hateful looks
As I walk alone with my books
And held my head down
I wish you were around
The one being constantly judge
For what she was
She wasnt a freak
She was just unique
She was singled out
For you not being around
She felt so weak
All she wanted was
to be swept off her feet
Why all the hateful looks
When all she did
was carry her suicidal books
-Spencer
