What I Am/Not
In elementary school they would say:
You are a loser
You are a wierdo
You are a sight I don't want to see
You only want attention
When you scream at a bug
Deserving of the things they did to me
When they'd leave me on the playground
And I'd be alone
With only my mind for company
When I'd get up and sit by myself at lunch
And they'd act like I had no reason to be
In middle school, it's not that different:
I am quiet
I am lonely
I can't tell a friend from just someone I know
I still feel annoying
I'm still a weirdo
Too frightened to even say hello
I read like fantasy is a religion
Still left with the characters I envision
Scared of everything I can see
And people still make fun of me
In high school, it gets a little better:
I'm still quiet
I'm still kind of lonely
But I know that some people like me
I'm scared of bugs, and people, and everything
But I guess now it's ok with me
I'm not a total loser
I don't only want attention
And maybe I didn't deserve what they said to me
In college, I am much better:
I am smart
I have friends
I have goals I want to complete
I'll always be scared of bugs, people, and everything
But I guess it'll always be ok with me
I didn't deserve anything that they said
And I had every reason to feel how I felt
But I am not any of those things that they called me
I never was, and I never will