Staring from the sidelines.
I'm told just what I'm not.
I'm not pretty.
I'm not perfect.
And I just don't belong.
My teachers say I'm special.
"Wise beyond my years."
I'm not liked.
I'm not included.
But, at least I've got their cheers.
I approach it all with kindness.
Trying hard to be.
Someone who is trusted.
Someone who is seen.
The unfortunate reality is
that's someone I'll never be...
Forever I'm the outcast
with nothing left to lose.
They say that I'm not worthy,
but who says they get to choose?