I am...

Slammed into lockers,

pushed into walls.

This life just wont stop hurting.

When I am all alone,

I can see the world,

for what it truly is.

I walk alone on the edge of the road,

no one is to be seen.

I am at the bottom of,

the socal hierarchy.

No friends, and no foes.

I am taken for granted,

used without a car.


I am NO ONE.

I just am...


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