Skips info for his aim Totally fits me to a point

I could not fit in, I was the one who got caught

I was the one who got realized, I was the one who got dropped

Shut out banished and locked away

The knife that did me in I carry to this day

Rejected, rejected

Crossing bridges in the land of the forgotten

Rejected

I could not fit in, I was the one who got caught

I was the one who got realized, I was the one who got dropped

Distrust existed that I never saw

Deep seated distrust I was victim of

Rejected, rejected

Crossing bridges in the land of the forgotten

Rejected

Unspoken among the more privelaged or the so-called

I was not good enough, not good enough at all

At first out of loneliness I tried to conform

But all that bullshit just left me all alone

Left me all alone, yeah

Rejected, rejected, rejected, rejected

wow that’s a good poem! you’re a really good writer! i love the rhythm you’ve got going. thanks for your note, sweetie! i love the green in your diary! your aim is kag? are those your initials? lol, my mom’s initials are kag and her name is kimberly.. kimberly anne g. so her s/n has kag in it too. i just thought that was funny. hope everything goes well! luv, *Alana*

Hey! I’m not really sure on what to say right now. Maybe like, if you and Skip feeling the same way about yourselves, maybe you guys can like, get together, or something, and talk about it, and I dunno. I wish I could help ya more on what to do, but I can’t really think of nething right now. Welp, ttyl! Good luck! ByE! 🙂 Susan (not signed in)