I Will

Kept awake by my thoughts-
stuck in my past.
Sometimes life was good,
but it would never last.

I'm all alone-
shunned by my peers.
Counting the many times
I've had to choke back my tears.

I'm not wanted-
No one really cares.
You'd deny ever leaving me,
but it's not like you were even there.

Sometimes plans were made-
only then to be ignored.
Left to sit in my room and wonder-
Will I ever not be bored?

Why am I torturing myself?
This hate is easy to see.
Even when I don't talk to them,
they're always yelling at me.

I change my behaviors,
then put on a happy face.
Constantly reminding myself-
one day I Will leave this place.