i feel like pluto
im an outcast and no one cares about me
they see that im different,
but no one cared to get to know me
they heard about me,
but only when my name was announced to the class
but once i was removed from everyone's lives
they finally realized i used to be there,
they finally cared
they finally saw my beauty,
how unique i was
they acted like they loved me
but only once i was gone.
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Poetrysome random poetry enjoy if you want to, comment anything, mean or sweet, it's all up to you (:
