With a few steps to school i hate you being in my mind;
why must you be there when i i want to leave you far behind ;
everyday i walk in a room with peoples ignorant stares;
I'm out of my own grasp but clearly I'm in theirs ;
i don't know what to say when i feel so out of place;
i wish with pen and paper my face i could erase;
id draw some kinder person never noticed at all;
because if no one noticed there would be no one to push me and make me fall;
