There were days that I would dream,
a dream where I would be popular, the kids wouldn't be mean.
Let's face it, that's all it is, a dream, one that won't come true.
It's not like there's going to be some kind of breakthrough.
Sitting on the sidelines.
I've been in this position so many times.
I smile and shrug it off.
I'm used to being on the bottom of the trough.
Letting out a long sigh,
I'll wish you well as you pass me by.
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Inside My Head -Short poems
PoetryCome, fellow readers, and writers. Take a seat, pour a cup of your favorite drink, sit back, relax and delve deep into the corners of this poetry collection. Including; Sonnets, Couplets, free verse and short, this book will have a variety to choose...
