I try to help but get turned down.
It seems no one wants me around.
I voice my opinion and speak my mind.
No one listens; I'm waisting my time.
I'll wait until everyone leaves to speak.
It's a common reaction; I'm way to weak.
Voices around everywhere,
They hit you like a stone in thin air.
Floating high above the rest.
Why am I so depressed?
By...me Stacie Arnold
