I sit in class head down
so no one will see
the despair in my eyes
That will always be apart of me
Being known as the weird kid was fine
Until people looked away
And walked right pass me
I didn't know what to say
Being known as antisocial
Was usually just a joke
Until people excluded me
I felt I was going to choke
Being known as depressed
I didn't see it all
But as the year went on
I had to count my steps so I wouldn't fall
Having high hopes for love
It's just a game
We used to be best friends
Now he won't even say my name
Now I know an easier route
The best way to go
Find friends that accept you
And you won't feel so low
I sit in class
Tears stain my paper
My lab partner is fixing her hair
She is such a faker
I guess it's good to be invisible
You hear things others don't
You try to warn your peers
But if you beg them to listen they won't
I've decided to float through
Hide my tears in a cup
Don't make eye contact
And most importantly don't look up
-L.A
