Oh fallen star,

You've come full circle.

It's just like they hissed through thin bars back in the beginning.

The big kids,

And then the kids your age.

Who told you you wouldn't make it

The kids who said you were weak

And weird, a loser. Do yourself a favour, pack it in.

Oh little one,

You developed such a fantasy,

Of rising above the tide of nastiness.

Those kids who were just jealous or had low self esteem or-

You are just where you started.

You are exactly where they said you'd be,

Those plain professing children.

They could sense what you couldn't.

You thought you were an ordinary person.

A good, friendly, insightful person.

Full of life's wonder.

You had a beautiful mind.

A wonderful imagination.

They tried to kill you, those innocent kids.

And through it all you felt the glow of something different

You knew you'd be special, and great. You had a destiny.

But now little star that thought you wouldn't shine, and then thought you would,

You're buried in the ground.

Oh little star,

Your ideas were a delusion.

Your dreamy mind will always set you apart.

Stretched smiles and awkward laughs.

You can walk the talk

But we can sense you aren't real.

You can ask us how we are,

And mention the latest TV show,

But we'll always know you aren't cool.

You bitch, misfit loser.

We don't want you for our jobs our friend positions are filled.

We even specify that you should have a BUBBLY PERSONALITY

That you should be PERKY AND ENTHUSIASTIC

A PEOPLE PERSON. One of us.

One of us ordinary, lobotomised, smiling, serving selves.

We always knew about your mind, and we hated you for it.