Whispers

They think that I am dumb That I do not notice their whispering That I do not know it's about me But I do know And I know what they say They used to whisper about how ugly I am How I was lying about getting guys Once I proved them wrong on that Know they say I'm bi Just because I wear make up They call me a hoe, slut, whore I mean it's nothing I haven't heard before But why? Why do they care enough to make fun of me Why do they hate me? I close myself up to them I pretend that I do not care But it's a lie It hurts when they say those things I joke around and wink when they say I sleep around Because its either that or show how much it hurts And let them win So I keep it inside I do not show anything Because that it better than showing that I care