unwanted
picked last to do everything
never somebody's first thought
never being accepted
never wanted
everyday you walk the halls
but nobody realizes that you're there
no one cares about your weekend
or if you did the homework
or what happens at home
no one wanted to hear your story
no one cares if you ate lunch
or what you really thought inside
it's because you're unwanted
it's because they want you gone
but that's okay really
you're used to it
used to the way your dad yells at you
the way you're stuck without a voice
the way no one bats an eye if you're gone
they just don't care
you're unwanted
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opinionated - first draft
Poetryto them, i speak too loudly for a girl my thoughts scattered my sense nonexistent to them i'm opinionated, and just not listening to the patriarchy. -w.e.
