And then I snapped.

Rumors pass as I walk down the halls.
I take a quick look. Suddenly, It stalls.
It starts again as I turn away.
I know, Today is not my day.

They whisper "OhMyGod! Do you see that hat!?"
"Dude. I hear she has a black cat.."
I ignore them, and I continue on my journey.
I doubt at this point I'll make it to my softball tourney.

I turn to my friend and try to escape.
Then they surround me in an odd looking shape.
I look up, and scream to my friend "Oh My Gosh! Look at the moth!"
A popular turns around and says "Hey! Look at the goth!"

I am now starting to cringe.
All my patience is hanging on a hinge.
What used to be my hand is now a fist.
I squeeze it so tight, my nails dig into my wrists.

I hear a voice "Hey EMO! Going to hurt yourself?"
I scream in his face, "Stop saying that, you elf!"
I slam him against the lockers.
What's everyone's problem? Cant I just be one of the hardcore rockers?