Stand Together

Broken hearts and broken bones
are not as bad as verbal stones
Thrown at us to wound our souls
Though we grow , it still leaves holes
"They're just kids," the doctor said.
Yet they don't see the beat up head
The spoken bullets are shot to kill
And what's it for? A little thrill.

So what if i sit up and read my books,
So what if I don't give a damn about looks.
Who cares if I don't have a pretty face
At least my insides are not a disgrace.
Does it make you happy to see me fall?
Well, too freaking bad, I'm still standing tall.
This is for all of the girls and guys
who don't exactly have popular lives.
Sure you could make it on your own.
But it sure makes it easy not standing alone