this game

this is self explanatory

I'm not popular, I'm not beautiful,
And to all of you who are, 
I'm not here to you...I'm invisible.
Walking down the halls or
sitting in class you bump into me,
and still don't see me.
I could go the whole day
without saying a word,
and no one would care.
I'd like to say that the teachers help me,
but they too have given into the
sick and twisted game of popularity.
Some days I want to give up and kill myself
Not to get out of the emotional pain
But to make a stand for all of
the others who are like me...
who are invisible.
Then I think about it and
I realize that if they do not see me when
I am alive, then they definitely will not see me when I am dead
In all honestly there are some goo people.
The very few who will take the effort to say "Hi"
It's those people who make a difference
They aren't as shallow as everyone else.
They see everyone,
they notice the differences and try to help.
But nothing will change.
The years will pass,
teens will come and go,
Tears will be shed,
and Life's will be lost.
Yet this game will continue.
This sick game of popularity