Walking down the halls
knowing what they are saying
thinking of crying
there is no use of denying
I'm different
I'm broken
I'm useless to the world
I'm stupid
I'm worthless
I'm nothing to this world
walking down the halls
with new out-looks of life
trying to become something
trying to be myself
trying to be the best that i can
and make my life worth while
facing these new thoughts with nothing but denial
