There was a little adjective,
That everyone stuck beside my name,
Simply because I had bad days at school,
And still came.
I was caught crying in the girl’s bathroom,
And was expected to act with shame.
But I could only feel unjustly called “sad”,
When I expressed my emotions,
When no one else did.
I had a bad day and sat alone at lunch,
And kept my head down in study hall,
And while I waited for my mom,
I leaned silently against a wall.
You can call me sad all you want but at least I know,
Who my true friends are because they bothered to call.
I had a few bad days,
And expressed emotion,
But don’t call me names or get angry when I am moody,
Because whatever you are I don’t want to be one.
I want to a person who there for bad days,
And doesn’t need constant attention,
To be a friend.
Whatever you are,
I don’t want to be one.
