Why don't you trust people,
They always ask me.
Why are you always so sad,
They ask again.
Why are you such a bitch,
They yell at me.
I've never been one to talk,
Or be social,
In a group of people who I barely know.
I was always picked last,
Always the loser.
Nobody wanted me on their team,
Nobody cares about my feelings.
They always whispered about me,
Not wanting to come close enough to me,
To say it to my face.
Distant yells,
Ruthless rumors.
I was nothing.
But I was also everything.
Everything bad.
Nothing good.
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Cry
Poetry100 word stories. - warning! Talks about suicide, self harm, abuse, etc. read at your own risk. this is your only trigger warning. -
