Third grade

People spill my secrets every day
When I want to cry, they say let it out
And then call me a baby
I feel like I am stuck, I fail so bad when they say "Be tough"
I can only sing true words
I stutter when I speak because I am hurt

Third grade, nothing like smiling over pain
Third grade, stare at the floor and ignore everyone in
Third grade, should I speak up or not? Just contemplate
Third grade, oh third grade

I sit in my room, all the time
I live in mountains of tissues, but I'm glad I'm confined
My trauma haunts mе, when one of them tеxts me I feel defeat
But I stay on my feet, can I go in my memories and hit delete?

Third grade, nothing like smiling over pain
Third grade, stare at the floor and ignore everyone in
Third grade, should I speak up or not? Just contemplate
Third grade, oh third grade