Swaggerless, Unpopular and Uncool

Never made to feel welcome, always left out Bullied and made to feel worthless, I was always kept down Laughed at for being swaggerless, Unpopular and uncool Made fun of, for being myself and not playing by their rules I was just a regular kid who happened to be bipolar Who had the whole world relaxing on my shoulders Thinking about my parents who were nowhere to be seen So tortured and damaged, my nightmares were in my dreams Called names so much that I would barely speak in class Fighting depression, but it managed to keep its grasp Writing rhymes over my school book I didn't try to be like the popular kids and ripped their rules up Long sleeved jumpers, even on sunny days to hide my self-harm scars Blaming myself for everything, even though I never dealt the cards Hid my self-harm secret for over a year The world was far too heavy for my shoulders to bare Friends were rare, I didn't like going out Every second of every day, I was writing a poem down Hid from the world, because of how I was made to feel Writing all of my worst experiences on a page to heal Sister and brother injecting heroin, put me off drugs 15 year old me, crushing on Britney Spears, thinking I'd heal with a touch of her love Foster families and children's homes, I was never stable Every day at school I sat by myself at my own table Never made to feel welcome, always left out Bullied and made to feel worthless, I was always kept down Laughed at for being swaggerless, Unpopular and uncool Made fun of, for being myself and not playing by their rules