Missing the Pain

It's just a small town,
everyone's a Christian,
but they must think I'm deaf
or that I just ain't listenin'
cause when I turn my back
I hear the smart remarks,
there's always some juicy gossip
but I prefer to stay in the dark.
They're all so shallow and two-faced
they pretend to be your friend
but when you're out of earshot
the insults never end.
If they'd just make an effort
to try and understand
that I'm not the stupid fool
they seem to think I am,
but they go on talking,
not even trying to listen.
Sometimes I think the pain
is something they've been missin',
If they could feel the hurt
of everyone else's laughter,
maybe they'd leave us alone
because they'd understand us better.