You look at me as if something obscene.
Why do you continue to make me feel out of place?
I keep my obscure feelings to myself.
I meander through the halls without a word streeming from my mouth.
I try not to let my feelings show,
So, I hide them inside of my broken, hollow heart.
I don't want anyone, let alone you, to know th real me,
But, somehow I feel as if everyone knows more about me than I do,
As if my thoughts, feelings, and dreams permeate around the room
constinatly
Am I just used for amusement?
Insecurities flow through my open veins,
As I see wondering eyes in the class room float towards me like a butterfly
with a broken wing,
And hear screeching laughs behind me.
Are they laughing at me?
Am I just something to pick at?
A little rag doll laying on a deserted street?
I suppose, I am just used for amusement.......
 
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