You all walk around, noses high in the air.
Im unseen, everyone passes, no-one cares.
Those who see think Im strange
I dont care, I will not change.
Pain runs through my veins,
stress reeks in my mind.
Being alone in the world isnt exactly fun,
I've known other ways of living.
You all think you're something special,
untouchable, and immune to everything bad.
Well you're not so special
and anything will get you.
So stop moaning when you're kicked in the dirt.
Hurts doesnt it?
Being treated like this.
It's torture, being pushed around.
Im bored of this world,
it's troubles hitting me all the time.
Im fed up with living here, everyone screaming at me.
Im fed up with life.
What's your problem now?
needing something else?
Well you can stay down, Im sick of you.
Feel hated right now?
Well welcome to my world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem