I walk in these hallways,
just like the rest of you;
But no sees me in the school days.
No one knows when I'm gone,
no one knows when I'm here;
I just get pushed around like a chess game as if I were a pawn.
What's so wrong with me for me to be so hated?
I don't get what I've done for this;
I wish once n' awhile I could be appreciated.
But maybe one day I'll disappear,
and no one will ever realize I'm dead;
No one will shed, not 100 not 1 tear.
Goodbye World,
For it's my time to be put to shame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem