I sit in solitude-
Calmly, silenlty
That's when they pass me by;
The "in" crowd, whom everyone adores.
They sneer and giggle
Without a thought of how deeply it stings
I am forced, yet again, to question myself-
What's so horrible about me?
Why am I the one they torture so?
Where did I go wrong?
I'm constantly, unheedingly shoved
Towards the daunting edge of insanity
I'm about to let go
I'm about to shatter
And fall to pieces
So close, yet so very far
From what they think I should be;
From
what I long to be
I'll never be one of them;
Comfortable in my own skin,
Yet so vulnerable and scared
All at once
No, I'll never be one of them
Because I am simply
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