Analysis of Aging

I spend my days on my phone
All alone, wondering if you might call
Or if you might not leave me alone at all,
All these rumours spreading wild
All I wish is that you were here awhile.

Lying lying on the ground, feels like a cloud
Wondering If I should wear the color brown
Will it make them judge and stare,
I wonder what to do with my hair
Concealer or mascara or both to wear
Wishing everyone would just not care.

Walking walking through the halls,
I feel there eyes upon the walls
I feel them stare.
Is it cause what I wear?
Or is it just because they care?
I wave past friends In the halls i feel them stare i hear they care

Walking walking down the hall
I feel them stare I hear them all
Wondering if i'm in the clear
All I hope is that they don't hear
Why can't I just be like all the rest
Happy pretty kind and silly

Finally home in the clear safe to shed all my tears
Lock the door hope they don't hear
  all these rumors i'm never in the clear
I get the text I get the calls I wonder if they'll stop at all
On to sleep  hopefully it's all a dream
And I'll never have to call this my reality.