So there I was, lying on my bed. Trying to figure out what needed to be said. What had gone wrong, to get me so upset. When finally I figured it out, I'm trapped inside the debt. I'm horribly lonely, crazy as it seems. Yes, me; and it can't be redeemed. I'm surrounded by those who say they care, but who really can I talk to, and would I even dare? I'm scared of making friends, scared they'll leave me behind. That's what's always happened, that's what I've come to find. Though I may seem sociable, it isn't always me. But how can I change now, when everyone would see? Then again, it's not like they'd care. The grade has never liked me, I've always been the spare. It doesn't come to much a surprise, when you think it through. Me, I'm different, not like any of you. People can't accept it, that I've come to see. I've given up on hoping somebody'd want me for me. I'll be fine, I'll suck it up. It's always what I do. If I don't even like myself, why would anyone want to? I'll put down my paper, put down this pen. Tomorrow's fast approaching, it's time to act again.
