Main offender

Well, school's back now and I'm owning again.
I stalk the yard, shooting scowls and howls at you
Skinny little prats with the bottom lockers.
God, you're not good enough to have dust kicked on your shiny T-bars.
Don't you know how much I'd like to tear your fake hair off of you scalp?
You disgust me.
You tiny, filthy viruses plaguing my schoolground
With your running makeup and your acne ridden faces.
Why do you have to crawl in my sandpit?
Why me?
You wear a cross around your neck and I wonder why it doesn't burn you.
You probably think you're very pretty with your big black eyes and shiny pink lips.
Well, I think you look like a cheap slut.
And pin your fringe back, it's terribly oily.
It looks like you rubbed grease into it.
Did you just bump into me?
You better not have just bumped into me.
Don't you know who I am?