This selfish world,
is so uncomfortable,
I wish i could die soon,
but thats not possible.
At this age,
I wish to be at peace,
but this world i dwell in,
thinks that i am a dweeb. ( couldnt think of a better word :P )
Not a soul to turn to,
for all are the same,
be it my fault or not,
I'll always be blamed.
Compare. they me
to the dumbest of dumbs, (again, couldnt find better words)
as if i am the only one,
most foolish and numb.
Not one quality,
does it find worthy in me,
well, what can be done,
if they just cannot see.
Self- pity is not my thing,
yet, i do write this,
For, it is better than mourning and crying,
and is my solitude's bliss.
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