Same to Me

A day as a ridiculed loner in high school.

You all look the same to me.
Icey glares and sore stares,
you just can't see,
Follow behind me.

As I walk up the stairs
I try not to look back,
and meet those glares,
not one person cares.

It kills me that you work
so hard to see my pain.
You hurt me when you lurk,
showing that aweful smirk.

The End

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