I sit in class,
all by myself.
Right in the back,
with no one else.
My classmates talk,
among each other.
While I sit alone,
among the others.
I feel so along,
even when surrounded,
by people that I know,
I'm always feeling pounded.
Pounded by my classmates,
when they put me down,
because I am different,
I wish I wouldn't drown.
In my pool of tears,
that control me.
I wish that my friends,
would not leave me be.
I need someone,
to vent to.
But I think to myself.
Who?
Who do I vent to,
sence my peers,
don't understand,
why I shed my tears.
I'm an outcast,
and no one knows,
that everything to me,
Just blows.
I see no positivity,
in anything.
I think poorly,
for many things.
People say,
this makes me different.
That I'm like no one else,
and that I'm not with it.
Not here mentally,
they all say.
I guess I'm somewhere else,
Thinking about how I will pay.
Pay for what I have done,
and how I have acted.
By isolating myself,
and not be active.
Towards my friends,
and towards my peers.
I guess I'll sit here,
and shed my tears.
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