Im sick of it. Im not PHYSCO, Im not A FREAK, Im not A KILLER, Im not MENTAL Last year, and the year before that, and now.... People always call me those words... Because how I looked Because my brown hair is frizzy because my eyes are always scared Because I talk like a creep But they don't judge me for who I am And I used to cry everyday when I got home and I wrote on my arm with a pen everything they said and cried so much I almost passed out. I never slept.... Because of everything they said I want it to stop Im not a killer I dont want to hurt people like they hurt me I want to be seen as a average girl who just wants you to be her friend But that will never happen