We were never the perfect people. In fact, we were the exact opposite. Judged by everyone.
Given awful glares and snide remarks. It was all getting pretty old to me. This was every week.
People may think words mean nothing. But when you're a nobody, They mean everything.
And they'd continue on and on. Carrying on with their lies. It hurts every time.
No matter how you try to avoid it. Or block it from your mind, it still returns. In every way.
We never really were the perfect people. And we never really would be either.
And it would be everyday, that we would used every piece of strength to do in every way possible in our power to keep everyone's hurtful lies and everything away.
