The Numbers You Read

Laughter and chatter in your ear you hear, head down, disqusted, wanting to disappear. Working hard to make up what you lack, look down, the numbers are what you track. Born different than others, living in disgust, A compliment makes you question their trust. walking around with eyes on you, lost in your head, not sure what to do. Insulted and shamed just because you caved, hiding yourself hoping everyday to be saved. you dont laugh along so they call you lame, you try your best, you are not to blame pray no one notices, not to make a sound, dying inside, silently praying for every pound. looking back at you makes you sick, abundantly clear why you're the last pick. sick to your stomach, the mirror you claim, deep inside you know — were all the same.