When I go away.
No one seems to care.
When I show the way.
No one ever follows.

I could have helped but they don’t seem to pay any attention to me.
Can’t they see?
They’re hurting themselves, thinking there better than anyone else.

Their ignorance is echoing,
As painful as it seems,
I had enough of this horrid place,
And them telling me my dreams,
Were some distant thoughts,
That would never be forfilled.

I wish that I could show them,
That what they speak isn’t true,
But maybe when I think about it,
I believe that what they speak about is correct.

 
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