Not many people notice me.
The ones that do wish bad things for me.
I am alone.

I talk to a few friends.
But you can't really call them "friends" if they only feel bad for you.
I am alone.

My mother talks as if I'm a burden she is forced to carry.
My father only stays because if he left it would hurt the reputation he has worked so hard for.
My sister acts like I am an insufficient speck of matter.
I am alone.

When a boy gives me attention, I ruin it by loving the feeling too much.
I talk too much.
I laugh too much.
Then they leave me for the next girl.
I am alone.

Sometimes I am sad.
I am so sad I see no reason to breathe.
People don't like sad so I put on a happy face with the hope that one day I can say "I am not alone"