This is a poem I wrote a few years back.
I sit in the back.
Near my corner of black.
I sit and observe.
But it has nothing to serve.
I sit and watch you.
And all that you do.
The wet on my face.
My own disgrace.
But no one sees.
I move my head to my knees.
I am in luck.
They all think Im tough.
No one tries.
To see im breaking inside.
So I sit here and pretend.
That my world isnt about to end.
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