All of our years we work and try to see,

The girl or boy we are supposed to be.

We go through school being judged and bullied,

Just to turn around and judge and bully.

We are called to act with love and kindness,

But with hurting hearts we act with blindness.

We so not see the hurt we are bringing,

To those who are dealing with the same things.

What is worse we are all our own bullies,

Seeing perfect idols wtih same worries.

Am I fat, can they tell that I am lost,

Start taking a drug that will be my boss.

I beg of you, before you roll that joint,

Ask yourself, What Is The Point?