Slithering Among The Back Stabbers

How do they see me
How do I see myself
Now's the time for self reflectory
As I'm pushed towards the edge of mental health
Slithering, they hiss behind my back
I hear I'm a favorite topic of conversation
I find myself questioning their acts
I'm determined to find a confirmation
Am I doing anything wrong
Am I happy with myself
Do I want to blend among
Those who haven't cared how I've felt
They act so superior
Believe they were chosen to judge
Deciding who's all inferior
Like it matters to us all so much

We are who we are
That's what makes us interesting
It's not my fault you're bored
With your own bland history
So sit back in your circles
Watching everyone's life go by
To have fun would be a damn miracle
When behind your comments you hide