I sit alone on my only chair.
Right next to the shadow, I'll always be.
I kept my mouth shut as I listen,
To the stories and laughters of their distance.
I alone was not perfect.
To them they are great.
To them I was nothing,
While they see the future.
I failed numerous times,
Althought untalented like them.
My mind is always blank,
That I don't know what to do.
I alone rund cold,
And wait to fail another,
To get laugh at, to get tease at,
For they don't want the weak.
The more they geer, the more I fail,
Even if i succeed that's not good enough for them,
I tried my best but all went wrong,
They didn't seem to care.
They always embarassed me,
But they didn't know,
I wasn't perfect.
I wish they would just go.
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