Teasing in the Worst Sense

When we step into the singing circle,
Because our teacher told us to,
When we join in the chorus,
They just glare at me and you.

They whisper about us behind their folders.
I can tell when they give us that look.
To tell the truth, I'd rather be building fantasies,
Or buried in a book.

Old friends talk,
Behind my back.
Compassion and understanding,
Are what these people lack.

It gets worse,
In the hall.
Things are thrown in my face;
My back's against the wall.

Trying to understand,
Why they do these things to me.
Do they pick me out of the crowd,
Or just the first person they see?

They have no remorse,
For what they have done.
To people like me, it's the darkside.
To them, harmful fun.

But they don't know what they're missing,
When they taunt and tease.
I could be a really good friend,
By my friendship's not something they want or need.