The Outsider
Been going to the place to learn since kindergarten,
You’re so used to being invisible, a ghost,
Walking down the hall with your head held high
Dreaming…walking with your head down,
Not wanting to see the evil looking looks on everyone’s face
As they stare…
Look at that and why are you here,
Words being thrown at you like a dodge ball
You tell yourself you’re fine because they don’t know you,
Not the real you
Because no one get to know you
There is someone that loves you
Remember that, they want to learn about you
And be with you forever…
Be strong-you are strong!
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