ten years after high school
i'm still there, god save me please
i eat alone my lunch
i am spoken to only when things need done
i'm expected to always smile and be polite
while being trampled and run over

i have become the looser geek rejected by all
"fat girls don't need love, they wear theirs
she is strong and smart, she can take it
she is use to it"

how cruel my life has become
pen and paper my most enduring friendship
always willing to listen to my tears fall and form words
always available to help make sense of my madness
i always offered a welcoming smile
eager to make people feel at home
rejected by humans
i found comfort with pen and paper