Everywhere I went I was always the outsider
In third grade I said I liked a girl, I was a liar
In fourth grade I said I had a perfect family
In fifth grade I said I suffered from insanity
In sixth grade I was pudgy and different
In seventh grade I started losing interest
In eight grade my grades fell to oblivion
In ninth grade I sent roses to a recipient
In tenth grade she told me she loved me
In eleventh grade I was told I was ugly
In twelfth grade the tears didn't stop.

In first year of University
It suddenly occurs to me
That I can find a place to belong
For poetry could not make me wrong.
In second year of University
I tried drowning myself in the sea
It was a huge year of isolation,
That and hating God's creation.
At the end of the second year
I felt loved again,
Picked up a pen
And wrote of romance and love.
In the third year of University
I lost all hope at a love life
But I have already cried,
So I look forward to a happy
and eventful year.

Everywhere I went I was always the outsider
Never could be the average person
Found myself running along the lines of outlier
Rather than ever being picked at all.

I don't write good words,
I write even worse haikus,
Just look at this ****.

Not many can live with the name
But I live with the name everyday,
I wear the labels and the name
As the product
Of a failed abortion.