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by Jenna Jul 9, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
For once in my life I would like to walk by And not be the first To wave and say hi But unless I say it first They say nothing at all, They hear only their own voices Echoing through the hall I smile and I wave I do not seem to mind, But still they do not know The feelings that I hide I do not fit in Anywhere I go And it hurts when I am rejected But I never let it show And so I walk by And you all stare But you do not talk And I act as if I do not care I never leave first But always leave last It comes with the territory Of being a social outcast And for once in my life I want to pass by Not being the first to say hello Or the last to say goodbye