No one likes you
And they never did.
Someone's talking about you
Right now
And there is nothing you
Can do to stop them.
You see the person sitting beside you?
They don't like you.
The people you sit with at lunch
Feel sorry for you
And that why they allow you to sit there.
You'll never amount to anything
Because no one wants you.
Your friends talk about you
Behind your back every day
And none of them really think
That you're talented.
No one thinks you're interesting,
No one thinks you're beautiful
Or worth shit.
They only talk to you
Because they pity you.
You bore them.
You annoy them.
You're too awkward for anyone
In a Little Girl's Mind by InconsequentialPoet, literature
Literature
In a Little Girl's Mind
There sits the girl with the things in her eyes
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, other
