*I wrote this in like 7th grade so it sorta sucks.
Everyone around- isolated by hatred... no one to talk to- everyone sees you on the outside-nobody brave enough to solve the problem and get to the solution. They think you talk to yourself- but you're just trying to get someone to notice you.
No one cares- life's just an unfair game that can't be won. Trying to fit the pieces to the puzzle- but there's always that one piece that just don't fit anywhere. Looking at all the poor people, the prepsters, the nerds, the freaks,- you don't fit in with any of them.
Nobody- that's what you are. Nothing- that's what you have. Nowhere- that's where you're gonna get. Wondering- if there's just one person out there who cares. Hoping- that there's someone just like you on the sidelines- watching you, seeing something with their heart.
They see everyone laughing and talking around you- but they can't really see them- they can only see you. They can see what's really there- not the mask that's covering the face unknown to everything living. They know how it feels to be nowhere and do nothing- they can see what you've been through without even asking. Like a secret- hidden from the unseen wrold. A secret that has been tested- but fate and reality kept it from being told. Sort of like it just wasn't meant to be- a mistake... sounds like you- a mistake: something that just wasn't meant to be.
