Shot Down

Piece 1 in the "Who Say's You're Not Perfect?" "I Do."

Look at Her

She's so weird

so fat

so unpopular

Who would ever wanna be friends with her?

She won't ever get a date

      won't ever succeed in life

Does she even have any friends?

Nobody even likes her.

These are the ammunition fired at me everyday. I drudge along everyday in open range. The ball and chain of life weighting me down.

I admit. I am spiraling. Spiraling toward my inevitable end. The others couldn't even care. Everybody just wants to kill the few shreds of life I have left.

But of all the words flung. Insults shot. Emotions smashed. The one phrase that hurts the most is,

"Are you Okay?"