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the popular crowd


they watch  me wating for me to mess up. 

I try noy to make eye contact with her kind.

The popular kids they have everything possible money $$,expensive stuff,cool phones,and  a new 

hair style every other day

they look at me  "ugh she is ugly" or "look at how she looks " 

they think i can not hear there rude comments

But I do and they make me wanna crawl into a corrner and cry.

why me what did i do to them i barely know them and they do not even know me 

one girl calls me "aye you or lil girl "

like I am a dog that has no name and there is someone to blame

they do not understand me 

What am i 

who am i

why am i here

 

 

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