I am unwelcome and depressed

I am unwelcome and depressed
I wonder why people look at me this way
I hear them talking
I see their mouths moving
I want to live
I am unwelcome and depressed
I pretend like there's nothing wrong
I feel my time coming to an end
I touch the ground and wish this to end
I worry about my near future
I am unwelcome and depressed
I understand why this is happening
I say it's not fair, "It's not fair,"
I dream about my survival
I try to stay optimistic
I hope to keep on going
I am unwelcome and depressed