Why are they so mean
Day in day out
They make me wanna shout
I get up walk out side
With zero pride
I say "Don't judge me I'm just me"
But They just laugh with glee
I wish I was accepted but I'm not
I tried to talk but they just fought
I hate life it's just to long
But i will not do it death is so wrong
How could a world be so broken
But I guess it has spoken
me out of all the people why?
I don't know how come but I still try
I'll never be understood
So I'll hide under my hood
I'll ignore them that's what I'll do
I'm in what about you
But they just laugh their mean laugh
I can't even take in half
I can't comprehend what's going on
It after school I run to my back lawn
I just sit there waiting for the stars
Sometimes I can even see mars
This calms me down looking into the sky.
They are just so high.
Out of reach like the expectations for me, no lie.
I hate this i hate it.
I hate to admit,
My life is terrible.
My life is not wearable.
Sometimes I ask just when will they stop?
Or will I drop?
Before they call it quits.
It just hits.
Why are they so mean?
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