• The way you look the way you stare,
    It all reflects about who you are,
    So when you give a glair,
    The way they look is away and far.

    The names that they call you,
    The way they neglect your life,
    Fills your head with black and blue,
    So then all you see is strife.

    So just because they like you know,
    Does that mean it will last,
    It wont when kindness show,
    from what you do to people in the past.

    So then you think,
    Is it worth the popularity,
    It wont when your on the brink,
    Of life outside of you home and city.

    So choose your life from whence you are,
    And be nice to all you feared,
    Because once you leave that school bus or car,
    Childhoods gone and dissappeared.