The populars,
All their fancy cars,
Think they know,
But they don't,
They see you,
And automatictly they know you,
You wear glasses, and that makes you a nerd,
To me,
This sounds just plain absurd,
No one should be judged,
Based on how they look,
A lot of people aren't a open book,
Can't they see the pain,
Falling in the form of blood or tears,
As fast as rain,
It hurts to be placed with a label,
When not all your cards are on the table,
Sometimes I wonder,
Will they ever see,
The pain they cause me,
And so many others,
No they won't,
And they won't be bothered.