Bad Child?

I sit on the floor
I sit all alone
no one to play with
no one to hold.

It's not my fault
I'm just the "Bad Child."

I stand in the corner
Time out is in session.
It's not my fault,
I'm just the "Bad Child."

Papa says 'I'm stupid.'
momma says 'I'm dumb.'
Brother says 'I'm the mistake.'

I sit by myself at school
waiting for someone to come and talk to me.
Unfortunatly,
everyone knows I'm the "Bad Child."

Someone sits by me now.
I see a boy with a smiling face.
I don't know his name.
He smiles sweetly and nods his head.
"You're name is?"

We've become friends.
He sits by me everyday,
with three of his friends
pulling me away from the comforts of my name.

'She's the "Bad Child." ' some will say to him.
'I don't care.'
'She might hurt you.'
I don't care..

Seven years.
we laugh and play around.
Go everywhere together.
He's the brother I've always wanted.
I'm the girl he said he loves.

Homecoming.
He found someone else.
Another girl.
I'm not jealous.
I'm not mad.
I am happy for my friend.

I saw her do something after school.
Something very bad.

'See you at homecoming!' he smiled.

Police surronded the school,
took her hostage.
Yelling at me in my purple dress.

'You shouldn't have said anything!' she said.
'what's the matter with you?' he asked.

It's not my fault... I'm just the "Bad Child."