The Sum of Every Person's Mistake
What is alone?
Is it without home ?
Is it when you walk in and hear something I've never heard, "You're a mistake, go away?"
Is it when you're at school and people call you names?
Is it rejected by everyone,
or, by choice, just done?
Is it knowing you're finished,
or have you just begun to reach those limits?
Is it the end?
Is life really that finite?
Is it a trend?
Perhaps not at this time.