He says "It's not all about you!
I have problems too!
You don't have as many problems as me!"
Even though mine are times three
He thinks he's so misunderstood
When his "friend" tells him he's not good
At playing basketball, football, track
When in middle school, your "friends" do more than that
They gossip and laugh behind your back
Then you find out and want to attack
But all you can do is bottle it up, sit there, and look pretty
Then go home and expect some sort of pity
When that doesn't happen it's hard to control
All of the emotions that pull
At your heart, soul, and mind
As it seems that nobody is kind
So just wait little brother, you'll see
That when it comes to middle school, you're anything but home free