As Misfit As Me Poem by Amber Jones

I saw them having fun and wanted to play,
but they laughed and told me to just go away.
Only one dared to stand up to 'em all,
but they told her to hush or take the fall.
I stood there with tears swelling up in my eyes
wondering why I didn't just sever the ties
in the first place - but I didn't listen.
I'm not pretty and my eyes don't glisten
or shine in the light like there's do.
I realize how unworthy I am, so I'll just shoo,
and sit in my corner alone and sad,
thinking of the friends I wish I had,
but no one wants someone as misfit as me.
If only there was somebody else I could be,
but sadly, that dream has faded,
and I've officially been sedated
and separated from the cliques,
but who in the hell would join those pr*cks?
Besides me, but who really cares?
No one - they all have there's.
So I'll sit and I'll cry
until time goes by
and lose myself in my sadness,
feeling miserable and seeking gladness,
but not being able to reach the hit
because all I am is a piece of ****.
So goodbye classmates who don't really care.
I can't take this anymore - it's too much to bare.