by Jenny
They call me names
Which none are mine
They call me jock, the cheerleader,
The emo, the stoner, or the nerd.
These are just titles,
They are just labels.
When i walk in the halls today.
I can hear whispering.
Laughing at me.
To them those so called titles are my name.
To them it's either that or i remain nameless.
Afraid to look up,
I went with it.
The jock who is trying hard to fit in.
The cheerleader who is just an insecure girl.
The emo that wishes for a friend.
The stoner trying to take away the all pain.
The nerd who is trying hard to get in college
And not be disappointment.
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