I do not belong on this Earth,
every morning and every night I wake up with the same feelings
the feelings of, "how is today going to be any different from yesterday?"
and then I remember
It wont be.
I will wake up at 9:34 and I will eat too much breakfast,
I will go downstairs and run off the calories because I have fat arms
I will not eat again until 2:45 and then I'll eat.
I will go downstairs again and run off the calories.
I will eat dinner four hours later and I will feel fine, I will feel full.
I will not go run it off because I still want time to get ready for bed.
I will get in bed at 7:45 and stay up for six hours,
milling on the internet or watching TV,
I will end up crying by around 12:07 because I realize that I have accomplished nothing in my life,
and that I never will.
And that I am an extra person on this earth that you pass on the road,
I am the extra person with two friends because thats all I feel is right
I am the extra person who eats in class and thinks of how to run it off
I am the nicest person until you realize that I am nothing special.