Voice
Ever hear a voice in your head
It says to you
You shouldn't be alive
Your useless to
This world today
The world would be
A whole lot better
Without you
You pathetic fool
You don't even know
Anything
They hate you
Can't stand the sight of you
When you come round the corner
They sigh and say
Here comes the rain again
According to the voice you are
The one who ruins all their games
The one who's crap at football
Basket ball and gym
The one who gets picked last
And when the school footie results are in
The voice blames the bad score on you
Yet you didn't even play!
Your just a puppet
Being used by your mind
Forced to believe what it says
But what it say isn't true
And yet your so used to hearing it
Talk about you like this
That you grow to believe what it say is the truth
Get used to being picked last
Doing bad in spelling, english, maths
Basketball, baseball, volleyball
Everything
You just get used to it
It's just normal now