At my school table I sit alone

Listening to the happy tones

It is no fun being an outcast

Always being seen last

That is, if at all

I wonder how many times they watched me fall

Every time I try to stand tall

I wish that I knew what it was like to have a friend

Someone to help me mend

Instead of someone to make me bend

Their verbal assaults I can barely fend

I was always told god loves all

Then why have I been left to bawl

My back is already against the wall

Why doesn't anyone help?

Is it because I am a worthless whelp

It seems I am cured to live this life

This life of never ending strife

Perhaps if I grab a knife

And end it all fast

I will no longer suffer as the outcast

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