They are jeering at me,
Thousands of them.
All of them I knew once,
Now here they are,
Trying to bring me to tears.
I won't budge an eyelash for them.
They won't leave till I
Give them what they want.
They believe my tears
Are a symbol of a winning status
And I refuse to give them that,
Even in this dream,
Standing around,
While they continue to jeer.
All my old school enemies,
Waiting for the moment
They can pounce on my feelings.