• Trash they say
    They point at me
    I faze them out
    They all avoid me
    Like a disease
    I sit still
    I do what I’m told
    But when it comes to making a choice
    I tend to rather hide my face
    Terrified of choosing wrong
    They don't see this
    They see my book
    They see my baggy clothing
    But nothing else
    No one sees
    The darker side of the sun