I am so bored that it ain't funny. My boyfriend sent me a poem and this is reality People..............Think about it have you ever been this way I know I have....
Anthem of the Pariah

Hours spent in front of my bathroom mirror
rehearsing the words to say to her
she just laughed at my stumbling
but she didnt know how much that hurt

Wish i was somebody else
wish i was somebody cool
but while shes out getting high
im getting ready for school


I tell myself that i dont need her
that im kidding myself, hiding my hurt
i say i dont need this girl, theres others in the world
then when i sleep why do i still dream of her
(so still i)

Wish i was somebody else
Wish i was somebody tough
but i can still handle myself
when this life gets rough
so why cant she see
that he doesnt love her
and come to me?

Cuz im not somebody else
im just an outcast in hell
and she will never ever love me
that much i can tell
right now shes at a party
and im alone at home
too bad that im not cool enough
to call her on the telephone