They could fit in, they were fitting in
But I was the first one to be noticed
Yet the last one to be chosen
The first one for advice
But the last one they would ask
"Are you okay?"
But none of us are okay.
We never will be
We grew up learning to love the underdog because they were US
But they made it
While we walked a fine line instead of sleeping
A thin line thousands of feet above the ground
And we would walk all night
And we would fall
And sometimes, there was nobody there to catch us
And the worst part, is that we were okay with that
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Random thoughts, poetry, whatnot
PoesíaWarning: trigger words and sudden outbursts of emotion. Do not read if you're looking for recovery. Also, NONE OF THESE ARE MINE. I DONT TAKE CREDIT FOR ANY OF THESE POEMS OR WORDS. I may have changed chapter titles but the poems and stuff are all o...
