Teenage Mind (freshmen outcast)
Nobody knows me
Nobody cares
Nobody would help if I fell down the stairs
I know they'd rather push me instead...
I am a nobody, a grade F-
I'm invisible to everyone, the people around us.
The grass, the trees around us
The birds, the bees around us
The ocreans, the seas around us
Nobody cares about me unless I fuck up and slip up,
They'll remember the most awful things, other than the good work I put up.
But that's life I guess, and I'll try to do my best to live it, but the next time, the next troubled mind child comes around, I won't be around the next time to see him.
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