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Crashing down
Upon the floor
Is how it seems my life has become
Apart from the constant pile of stuff
I deal with so much more.
So many are lucky,
They’re simply clueless.
They have no idea the torment
That I live my life in.
How do you cope?
You’re nothing more than a supermodel
Struttin’ yourself down the halls,
Why do you care about your grades?
You don’t need to worry about it,
You can just be a model
But what about the rest of us?
I sit there day after day,
Seeing you walking down the halls
You’re not all that and a bag of chips,
And I’m no more than just…
I don’t know what I am.
I’m a mass of lost electrons,
Flying randomly around.
I have no home,
Rather a structure with a roof, windows and walls
It isn’t my home, I don’t have one.
Your words kill my soul,
Day after day,
I beg for the strength in numbers,
The strength to make it through a day
Without crashing down upon the floor
Crashing down,
As pills from a bottle,
Trying to mask the pain,
With my smile,
All you can see, is me, crashing down…