they call me the problem child im tired of being in the bottom I feel like I'm being forgotten im becoming rotten I don't know if thats bad its sad they call me a brat. they call me whiteboy they treat me like a decoy like why that's why im shy im scared of what people might think of me now im in sync don't play wit me or you will have to get an xray then your day will be gray its confusing at this point its becoming ammuesing im losing all my freinds then I will have to pick and choose I hate the rules but there are just a bunch of fools they think there cool losing my freinds cause of there lies u can't face me or u might die now im wayving goodbye and now im throwing a Frisbee my food be mighty crispy