I am the outsider.
The one left to the side.
Always the one never heard.
I am only here to observe.
Every conversation is a damn lie.
Will they care if I die?
To them I am the one to avoid.
They do not care I am left destroyed.
I am so sick of all this strife.
Curl in ball I give up on life.
To lift my head is utter agony.
No one knows my true misery.