I am the one voted less like ly to succeed.
I am the one voted less likely to achieve.

Is it suppose to make me bleed.
It does not, not in the least.

I am the one that asks for support
I am the one thats pushed out the door.

Is it my turn again?
When no one lends a hand.
I am the one that no one remembers to call

I am the one you all pass in the hall.
Should it bother me now?
When things are left unsound.


I am the one  no one stops by to see
I am the one who write's in a journal, that no one reads. 
 

• It  makes me bleed, when you forgot about me!

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