Loud and clear

I'm just so sick of people.
Everyone talking to you, you can tell when they don't mean it.
Just their smartass sarcastic tone.
You know they want you to say something stupid.
Every word that comes out of your mouth becomes their gossip.
You become a target.
Your words become darts.

At this point, I don't even know if people are actually talking about me.
Or if it's just all in my screwed-up head.
I've heard it too many times before.
It's almost like I expect people to be talking shit about me.

I'm so sick of the stares.
I'm so sick of the giggling.
I'm so sick of hearing my name.
I hate hearing my name.
For all I know,
That's me they're staring at.
That's me they're giggling at.
That's my name they're trying to whisper.

Let me tell you something,
I can hear you loud and clear.
But I also hear what other people have to say.
And, trust me, it is not good.

These people don't like you.
These people want to see you suffer.
These people have been giving you hell since the day they knew your name.
These people make you out to be a joke.
Way to go; you're just as bad as them.

Sweet dreams tonight.