Others, others, others, what do they think about me?
Do they like me?
Am I beautiful?
Am I popular?
A lots of questions a lot of jealousy.
I want to stop it, others are oters, I am me!
The people who are important don’t care, the people that care aren’t important!
My new way of life; ‘she’s got fashionable clothes, nice for her, I’ve got something that she hasn’t and thats my life, my friends and my family.
Whats more important? Clothes of friends and family?’


