School through the Nerds P.O.V Part 2/15

The teachers think I'm special,
the kids just turn away,
every day I come home in tears,
because of the things they say.

I can't help it if I'm smart,
I can't help what their parents say,
about how they should try and be more like me,
each and every single day.

I spend my days alone,
because no one wants me near,
its almost as if I have a disease,
and catching it they all fear.

They do everything in their power,
to make my life a living hell,
simply because I'm smarter than them,
they avoid me like a bad smell.

My best friends are my notebooks,
my science equipment and such,
because they are the only ones who understand,
and don't cower away from my touch.

My notebooks cannot hurt me,
they cannot kick me when I'm down,
they cannot make a fool of me,
and they never make me frown.

I wish I could stay in my world,
a world where everything is okay,
an world where I was never hurt,
because of the things I say.

No one knows who I am,
yet me they still torment,
this will be my very last day,
walking down these halls of cement.

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