i was THAT kid
I. Was. That. Kid.
The one labled alone. Quiet.
Easy to get, but never understood.
i was THAT kid.
Swarmed with words seeped in hatred.
i was THAT kid.
Late nights surrounded in arguements afraid to speak up afraid I'd be called stupid.
i was THAT kid.
Lost in thought trying to envision a future of unstressed smiles. Relaxed walks.
i was THAT kid.
The kid who could never put a lid on their emotions, because they were too busy trying to please everyone.
i was THAT kid.
Walking away from problems that became too heavy. Too much to handle.
Faking laughter on jokes that weren't funny. "I never got it."
I WAS THAT KID.
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