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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