You call me noise, because I make none.

Do you do it because you think this is fun?

You point and laugh and call me a mute.

Do you really believe anyone thinks you're being cute?

 

 

I have no friends because of you.

What ever caused you to do the things that you do?

I sit in my room and cry.

Do you honestly think the world would be better if I die?

 

 

You think you're better than everyone else.

You say Scrubs like me should just go kill themselves.

You're quarterback of the football team.

Just hearing your name makes me sick, makes me scream.

 

 

And I am nothing, nothing but noise.

I try to walk with self-esteem and with poise.

With my head phones in, to tune you out.

But it doesn't work; I can still hear you shout.

 

 

I can still see your stares,

As I feel my heart start to tear.

I can still see your dirty looks,

As I try to hide my discusting face in my books.

 

 

You see these tears running down my face?

The ones you frown at and glare at with distase.

These are because of you,

And all of the crap that you put me through.

 

 

You see these scars on my arm?

You are the reason I cause myself harm.

One day I will find my peace.

Maybe in heaven my pain will all cease.

 

 

Because of you, I have no life.

The pain you cause overflows to a knife,

More and more lately.

I wish I knew why you hate me.

 

 

These scars that you judge me on.

You wonder what they're from.

Well, I'll tell you, Hon.

On my list of reasons, you're number one.