Some Days
I wish someone told me,
How hard growing up is,
How lonely high school is,
How fragile you are.
I’ve been through so much,
More than most people my age,
And there are days,
When I wonder how I survived.
There are some days,
People ask me what’s wrong,
I smile and tell them “nothing”,
When I’m actually dying inside.
Every day,
I get left out of every group,
I sit in the back and watch them laugh,
I watch them be there for each other.
People tell me they are here for me,
But I always get left out,
In a building of 1,000 people,
I’ve never felt so alone.
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