Alone

Walking in a crowded room never feeling so alone

you look and judge

your comments are no worse than the rage within my mind

don't you think I know I'm not the same?

You don't think I don't know this game?

I'm fucking weird and that's not ok

you judge me before you know me, your words are meant to spite me

At the end of the day, all I can say is I wish I was a little saner 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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