~Loner ~
Never part of the crowd always picked on I was never seen despicable no voice to be heed a passerby glance not worthy of a chance it didn't matter if I had to be a better person or ever the matter if I had chance to be noticed by a person.

Never bullied I had no excuse to be sour. my perspective never grew so my growth died forever a coward. Lower than an underdog talentless potential, I was always captivated by friendship. I look over my shoulders no kinship. A room full of people but I sit silently with tension. Fuming I could explode at any time, the silence is always an oppression.

Tight fitting shackles knee high socks I cannot speak, a nerd in the corner. Fear too big I might get tackled. Different School same thing, new scenery does not change the plants name! experience is gold but motivation is spoils of war to the old.

I cry when i lie. parents die how i find. friends list how im bind. suffocating throughout time. no hope but i strive. no choice but i grind. falling down a different hole.

slow whined im being told when i grow up my only choices is ......🔫 bam! Hopefully start over again. Death has a crowd........... but I'm not picked on.

Little did i realize my hands were empty. But i could clasp my other hand and id be holding on to something.

PS this is my fav.

~May~