Under These Sleeves

I wake up in the morning,
I go to school,
I get picked on,
Just for being "uncool."

I get spat at, trash canned,
Punched and kicked,
I get pushed around, knocked down,
And I don't even throw a fit.

I just stand there and take it,
I let them show me their true nature,
then I go home,
I get ready to show my full potential.

I go back to school one day,
Walk through the door with a smile on my face,
Start heading to class
while my heart starts to race.

They're all gathered in the same  spot,
that's quite conveniant,
now I can find them all,
with a single glance.

Looking at them I think out a plot.
I'll start with his jaw,
then move to HIS knees,
soon they'll all be so swollen,
they can't fit in their own jeans.

I stand in their crowd,
look down and just smile,
once he moves close,
I make the crowd go wild.

One hand around his neck,
I stab my foot at his knees,
who would have known,
what hid beneath these sleeves.