I always blamed myself.
Why did everyone hate me?
Why did everyone blame me?
Was I not good enough?
I grasped the few friends,
Which I made at this new school.
But the teachers were biased,
The disciplinarians were a joke.
People were a joke.
Rumors and hate never stopped.
I didn't even retaliate to something this time,
They just assumed.
And fuck,
I was tired of it.
Of people.
Of lies.
Of myself.
Most people weren't my real friends,
But the true ones had my back.
I was still tired,
And all the negativity,
Blocked out the light,
Of the few stars around me.