5 January 2013
mediocrity propels you.
but even with excellence i'll hide in the shadows.
everything you do is gold served on a silver platter.
my effort will never mean anything in the real world.
you look depressed and dozens rush to your side.
your depression is "alone"
like you ever will be!
behind your back they claim to hate you.
but i know what they would, will never admit.
my blood puddles on the floor and you finally slip in it.
yet they help you up and pass me by.
ever notice i don't bleed unintentionally?
your paper cut means more than my translucent scars hidden from the people who don't pay attention anyway.
the skinny look miserable and fat jolly.
try again.
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