I thought someone cared.
I guess I was wrong.
I thought they had my back.
I was wrong.
No one cares about me.
I'm only cool by association,
And all they care about is popularity.
I'm small.
I'm shy.
I'm introverted.
But they see this as weak.
They shove me down,
And they don't know when to quit.
I'm tired of being used.
Of being told what to do.
I don't have friends.
I'm not fine.
Why should I pretend differently?
Why should I fake a smile?
It's not worth it.
Even when everyone knows where I'm at,
They don't care.
They just press the scars,
And make my pain worse.
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Scars; Just Another Poem Book
PoetryEveryone has a voice, an opportunity to tell people what's on their mind. I feel like I lack a voice, and this is a good way for me to realize people are listening. Thank you to anyone and everyone who comments or votes for me. I am open to suggesti...
