Why So Sad?

Why so sad?

They ask as I walk by.

Confusion spread across their face.

I can see it in their eyes.

They are judging me, 

And they don't even know me.

I hear what they say,

Atten seeker.

Fake.

Loser.

When does this stop?

Next week?

Next month?

Next year?

When!

All I ask is to know is when.

I am getting tired of it.

I don't know how much more I can take,

Before all this ends.

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
Me

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