School's been the bane of my existence
Teachers would mark me as sick in the attendance
Anxiety pushing me away from society
Always finding some way to mock myself and figure it's destiny
Maybe, I would think to myself, this is how others do think of me
A worthless sack of body roaming through corridors
Sophomore year already starting on a negative note
Gloating from fellow classmates on something I don't care about
Constantly hoping I could make it through the day
Devious minds ready to score their next psychological attack
As they harass any person that walks past them
Classes to me were boring yet it's the people I'm worried about
Having to fake a simple smile or make small talk while I don't even have the audacity to walk
Look in the mirror and try to pick my broken spirit up and continue to mock that of the people around me
Hopefully they don't get the- the sense that I'm truly lonely

People think I'll hold up,
But they said that to me already
People think I'll hold up
But they said that to me already
People think I'll hold up
But they said that to me already
People think I'll fold up
But they said that to me already
If you don't focus on what you got
Maybe you haven't thought about it a lot
But once it comes up in your thoughts
Just figure out your niche and be ready to shock the whole world with it

Why do I try to get by day by day
And just ignore the problems others make
When they make faceless remarks about the way that I act
The terms that they intake to ensure some disgrace
Is made towards the kid with no lust for goals
But the idea that he had no bets to hold on something to make him whole
Is nothing but a joke
Why do I allow the frustrations to build up underneath
To the point where I resort to isolating and beating myself up
For the mistakes that I've made
No attempts made of expressing my frustration with those around me
No attempts of clearing connotations encouraged towards me
Instead I can be found in the hallways
Just silently making my way to the next class
Jokingly encouraging the behaviors of my peers
Hoping that they don't get the sense that I wanna stay clear
And don't wanna stay near them

People think I'll hold up
But they said that to me already
People think I'll hold up
But they said that to me already
People think I'll hold up
But they said that to me already
People think I'll fold up
But they said that to me already
If you don't focus on what you got
Maybe you haven't thought about it a lot
But once it comes up in your thoughts
Just figure out your niche and be ready to shock the whole world with it

My mentality is scattered
I wanna focus on what's years ahead from now
But I have to deal with these clowns
And focus on a way to be asserted as an extrovert
Inside though I'm an introvert dealing with cultural norms
Invested in the future but stuck in the present
Like I gotta present the class with reasons why I'm all that
Wish I could invest in something to help me rid of their actions and thoughts
But I can't
Only solution that I can withstand is running from them fast
And skip class
Acting sick just to pass
And I wish I could comprehend why it bothers me so much
That their approval of me is very close to none
Wander and run, that's how my mind acts when I think of something buried deep within my lungs
The words don't come out and my head goes numb
The thought that to them I'll just be a no one