i try to be kind to everyone
but that's hard to do
when so many people
walk over the kind ones
like they're doormats
like they're invisible
like they don't matter
like they don't exist

sometimes i feel that way
like i don't matter
like people walk all over me
like i'm their doormat
like i'll never be loved
but that's just because
i'm a pessimist
and don't believe i have any worth
and don't like being told otherwise

i try to make others happy
but because of this
i typically find myself unhappy
and most the time i can't even make others happy
so no one is happy
and i'm just an awkward weirdo
the one that sits alone in the corner

when all the other kids
talk amongst each other
and laugh and yell and just be happy together
i sit in my corner alone
whilst the others talk to each other
and i talk to myself
hoping no one hears

but no one ever hears me
like i'm the most invisible speck on the face of the earth
and i've grown used to it

all my friends leave
but i can't say i blame them
because i put up with myself
and i've got to say it gets difficult
i wait for the sweet, sweet release of death
but it's not like anyone in my world knows it or would change it
i've only got one friend left that i know in real life. isn't that just great