Why?

It happens every time,
over and over again,
isolated by the people,
I thought were my best friends.

They are making it plainly obvious,
that I do not count at all,
and with every word they are pushing me,
toward my great big fall.

They don't realize how hard they push,
or how little I can take,
maybe they'll realize when I'm gone,
that this smile was just a fake.

Their words and actions cut me deep,
deeper than anything could,
and when these wounds start to heal,
they do it again like I knew they would.

So if I wasn't here at all,
I wouldn't have to take this crap,
that makes me feel like such an outsider,
and eventuallys going to make me snap.

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