Bottom of the Stairs
They think I’m awesome
Of course they do
I’ve got all the answers
And I’ll give them to you
For free, like my heart
To those who I trust
My best friends for years
Who throw me to the dust
I would look up, but I don’t dare
Watch old friends turn popular
Leaving me, sitting here
At the bottom of the stairs
I’m not that mean, just too shy
It’s hard to look you in the eye
I count my friends on my fingers
Yet people wish they had my life.
This poem is about:
Me