i walk down the hall
with my hair covering my face
trying not to listen
to the madness that i have to face
i act like its not about me
maybe someother freak or geek
but i know that i can't run away all the time
lesbian!
freak!
witch!
all names that i have to face
its not my fault i am looked down upon
that people say i am a discrace
all i am is my own
something they can never be
for they fear the same rants and torments
that they all scream at me