Each day is a struggle.
Does not matter what the situation.
I never seem to fit in.
I try so hard.
I observe what the others do.

I hear his voice,
You're bad.
You're broken.

I think he was telling the truth.
I will never understand how to be normal.
How to not stand out like a sore thumb.
I am broken, bad to the core.

I want to be normal.
I hate not feeling a part.
I hear their whispers,
Feel their stares when I enter.

I hang on the outside.
Wanting so bad to be included.
Nobody wants the bad girl.
She has been broken.

**Poor broken NitaAnn