Life's A Pitty

I hate my life, it's awful.
I've got no friends and I'm sorrowful.
I've got natural blonde curly hair,
That once trailed down to the chair.
Had it cut one day,
Bellow my shoulders I say.
It's made my crystal blue eyes stand out more,
That gave the boys a chance to think they could score.
I pushed away and walked on by.
Thinking why everyone thought I was a lie.
The rage fills up inside me as they insult again,
I've run out of comebacks and- as I said before- got no friends.
"Go and hunt!" the jeer at me,
Throwing rubbish as I flee.
I feel like killing them not my dinner,
I growl, though turn away from being a potential sinner.
They all call me pretty, they all joke that I'm nice,
I ignore once more, following my daily path like a little pack of mice.
Just my regular day at high school.