Sitting in the corner,
All alone.
You think I'm texting
On my phone.
I'm really spilling
My guts to the screen
I'm really filling
My phone with things.
No one will read.
Because no one cares.
I don't mind
I don't like to share.
I'm to messed up.
You'll think me odd
Because I'm not atheist
But don't believe in God.
I don't like meat
But I'll eat a hotdog.
I can remember everything
But I'm always in a fog.
I don't sit by myself
But I sit alone.
I have no one to talk to
When I go home
So I'll sit over here
All my self
Because, quite frankly,
I have poor mental health.
