Sitting at the lunch table and all the cheerleaders and Jocs and the other popular people staring at me,pointing,laughing,whispering cause of my clothes and what i look like
but i dont give a rats ass cause they could go fuck eachother
Why should I care what others think? Don't they realize it is what is on the inside that truly counts?
but what if the inside has nothing in it cancer black kill'em all
I'm feeling brave today; I think I'll go over a talk to them; they can't be all THAT bad

I'm not really sure about the last 2 lines but the rest was great! And so brutally hones too. ~*~Stellar~*~