I know you’re just joking around,

I know you’ll still say hi tomorrow,

I know it means nothing,

But it hurts.

I know you’re whispering behind my back,

I know to you these words mean nothing,

I know you still like me,

But it hurts.

You see the tears streaming down,

You see me withdraw from the crowd,

You see me try to change the conversation,

How do you not know it hurts?

If you think I’m backing down,

If you think I’m giving up,

If you think I’m throwing in the towel,

You don’t know me that well do you!

By Chelsea Pickett

Elm Street School

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