Did you even know me? Why I acted the way I did... dressed how I did? No, didn't think so.
Did you realize I was beaten at home? That she didn't want me to have nice clothes? That I was, and still am, so socially awkward because of my abuse? I didn't think so.
Yet you bullied me, made fun of me, pushed me around, called me names... Did you ever stop to think maybe there is something wrong? No.
There were reasons you witches why I wore clothes with holes, why I didn't know how to talk
