another poem

[Lottie]

again written in physics,


Empty faces criticise
what they don't understand.
Scrutinise and glare,
un-compassionate and uncaring.

They don't concider
what they say
yelping rules and regulations
spreading rumour and s***,
un-thinking and unloving.

Yet some are loved more than I.
They are wanted and needed.
Cared for, well-off.
I ask myself why, though I know the truth:

I am wrong
I am the B****
I am worthless



I am dead to everyone,
thus I don't exist
so I will die.