Still A Scrub Poem by Khaos Dven

Look at him, bags underneath his eyes, look at his arms, making excuses and lies. Same t-shirt and pants again? ? HAHA....go ahead and look at me and laugh cause someday this scrub will win. He hangs out with the gangsters, cause they seem like family, but their just scrubs too, cant you see?

Remember that kid in the back of the room? He seemed like he was in a constant state of gloom? You moved away from him during lunch, you made fun of him and such..You all pointed and laughed, you never thought that one day that kid might have snapped. Look again bit**! ! Its the scrub that has you trapped! ! Nobody ever missed us, hugged or kissed us, and im the scrub that never passed your mind, just some scrub thats not one of a kind. An outcast, but all of us together would make us last. A circle of friends, we have each others backs, the scrubs, and it may be different now...

I may not be doin so bad, but for all you depressed ones that are alone and sad? Im STILL just a phone call away, cause im STILL a scrub. And i STILL have thug luv.