You act like you don’t think I know
That I’m annoying
That every time I text you
And you don’t answer
I get mad for no reason
You act like I don’t know
How everyone talks of me
Behind my back
About how I don’t want to
Be popular
How do you expect me not to know
When I can hear them whispering
When you see my messages
So I text you again
Obsessed, you think
But deep down just wanting contact
With someone, anyone who has been
Kind at least once
You act like I don’t get sad
And lonely
When I post things, and no one
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You act like I never loved
And lost the one that I loved
When I’ve suffered a lot of grief
You act like you know me
When you clearly don’t
You only know the picture
Of me that everyone sees
You act like you like me
But how can you
When I am insane
You act like I never knew
That I have no friends
And that I think sitting alone
At lunch
Is a tragedy
You act like everything I do
Is worthy of gossip
When I don’t do anything
Out of the ordinary
You act like reading is a bad thing
That having my nose in a book
Leaves me isolated from the world
The truth is that girl-me-
With her nose in a book
Finds solace in those characters
Because deep inside she feels like an outcast
And feels like she only belongs with
The fictional characters
Like she is not worthy enough
To have contact with other people
That is your fault for shunning her
Into thinking that she has no worth
And though everyone feels like
That sometimes
Try to walk a mile in these shoes
And feel the suffering all the time
The loneliness of when you
Have to partner up
Of working alone because
You have no friends
The loneliness of when you
Have to walk alone
In the halls
And feel like everyone else has
A friend when you have none
And yet you’re stunned by her quiet
Demeanor
The way she holds herself around others
Don’t judge her for would you like
To be her
Don’t judge her until you know
How she lives everyday