They made her life a living hell

The highschool halls a battle field

Hurt her feelings every day

Didn't seem to care for life

Wanted to see her cry

But all she did was smile it away

And made it seem like she had a prefect life

That she was happy with her world

They never knew what was in her head

That she wished they where dead

Or maybe just herself

Or what she did

That when at night she layed in bed

And hated all those in her life

And those that used her as a verbal bunching bag

She hated what they saw in her

She hated herself as well

But they never got the reaction they craved

She never cryed over what they did

The only tears she shead where crimson red