I am he and he is me
I am he who sits in a room and is called the outcast placed in the back yet expected to be like everyone else. i am he who is the one who seems to always bring the sad and depressing parts out of ppl even when i dont try to. i am the one who is always out hter looking hter trying to put on a smile even though not only me but everyone arounds me nows it is face, but i still throw it out hter trying to make them not worry about me. these things r jsut manythings alot of ppl including me feels and it is jsut a simple thing compared to most. for we r many ppl in a singla small world.and for all those like me who nows these feelign we all now it is the thigns that keep us alive yet at the same time dead to the world for it is our weakness our kryptinite..... our curse.
