Trendy? Not me
All I am is lonely
Shake my head, a phony
A fake, I feel my poems are half-baked
Dying inside but keeping it in for my sake
I'm not trendy, pretty hard to offend me (I wanna end me)
At least I don't pretend to be quirky
Those girls only irk me
Proud not-basic bitch, I am
Not trendy, your comments won't end me
All the images you send me
But seriously, couldn't you just compliment me?
Made all my moments your own
While I'm just on my stupid phone
Today I feel pathetic
Think it could be from my genetics
Maybe, but my brothers have each other
Barely talk to me, not cool enough
Try not to cry to act tough
It's hard, and I feel I might take it too far
If I cry it's too much
If I frown it's too little
If I'm happy it's offensive
Honestly feel like sadness is more expensive
Than the more famous happiness
Where is the end to this crappiness?
In real life, I'm sadly friendless
Felt cute, might just end this