Unknown

Sitting alone with this pen.

Writer's block hits me. 

High school years...

Oh the years of highschool, I only lived 2,

I remember..

When it was I..

Who was the one always sitting in the back of the class. 

The one who was catergorized as a "no body"

See...

I had some-what friends

Who always seemed to vanish

When it was I 

Who gave them a shoulder to lean on...

I had so much on my mind..

I begin to write... 

Every thought I had

Was going in the wrong direction 

So I write....

Told everyone "no worries, i'm fine". 

They say it's beautiful to struggle

So we thrive to survive. 

I guess it's better to be unknown than known huh?

Better yet,

Succesful than worthless. 

Because what's the point of being known with nothing,

Than being uknown with everything. 

The one who was teased, bullied, ignored, and pushed over....

Was I..

The unknown full of succession.