We are know as the "nerds,"
The "geeks".
We are "unpopular."
No one cares about us.
We let bullets made of words beat us down.
We are all just books,
With empty pages to fill,
But the only difference between ours and theirs,
Is that ours are written in pen,
And theirs are written in pencil.
They can erase,
Delete,
Forget...
As for us,
What we write,
Stays.
We can't fix our story.
We can never forget.
We can scribble it out,
Or cover it up,
But it will still be there.
It will always be there.
No one wants to buy our stories.
They don't want to hear the truth.
They want to buy a book of lies,
Where they can hear about their perfect lives,
Not some kid with mental issues.
They want a good copy,
Not some story written in stone.
