Tears stream down my face,
Seeing them laugh around me.
It was just a silly little chase
That brought them joy and glee.
It hurts to know
That I'll never be accepted.
But I never show,
Always act like I was unaffected.
Is it my hair, my size, or my shoes?
Whatever it may be I'll always lose.
It isn't the physical but the emotional pain that hurts more.
Although, for them, it was all about keeping score.
They don't know, I've tried to end it all.
Of course, nobody would call.
It would take just one little slice,
To end this silly little game of life.
It pierces me like a shard,
Knowing there is nobody there for me.
It makes life hard,
For there is nowhere to flee.
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Cluttered minds
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING! A collection of poems dealing with various emotions of a teenager. "Our minds are a bundle of thoughts, random thoughts that fill our mind in a disorganized manner. Nobody can be in control of this, most of the times not even you." ...
