Rumors and laughs float around the air
they never seem to disappear
though gossip changes, life seems to stand still
it gets a few laughs but never can fill
Is it what I wear a girl would ask
the thoughts in her head seem to shade her with a mask.
Her glowing strengths seem to slowly fade
anyone who knew her wish it would've stayed
gradually she stops feeling
the game has stopped so she stops dealing
standing alone in the back of a crowd
she seems silent in a world of loud
the other girls see an empty chair
which might have effected them if they knew what was fair
but fair is a word that can bounce to different meanings
it depends on the person and whatever their feelings
So the next time your unhappy and feel like tears
Someone's insecurities are what you really fear.