They act like I'm beneath them,
and they treat me awfully.
They should be ashamed...
for all the things they've called me.
They're kids, just like me,
but they don't understand.
They will never know or see...
the hurt they've caused me and my friends.
As a group, they torture us.
When apart, they harass and insult.
One day we'll get on a train, plane, or bus...
One day I'll get away, though I'll never forget their faults.
