I sit all alone in the corner of the class knowing I won't fit in.
Sure, people are near me, but no one turns around to include me.
I don't want them too either.
I sit alone as a boy approaches me.
I look up to see him standing in front of me.
He opens his mouth to say.
"You're beautiful."
I look up and give him a blank look without any words.
He then turns and runs back to his friends and whispers.
"She is a weirdo."
And they all laugh.
Little do they know.
I have never been told that before and even hearing it as a joke makes me hope.
Maybe one day?
Someone will actually mean it.
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The Lonely Ones
PoesíaI always tell myself maybe today is the day I'll meet 'someone' who will make me see life worth living. But until I do I will always see life as a living hell. 1/2 Poetry 1/2 Randomness ~~~~ *warning* There may be triggering things said throughout t...