I know that I am the misfit.
I've always known.
You tell me this everyday,
You slam it into my ears,
Weaving it around my head.
The 3rd hour of the afternoon brings me sorrow,
Since I see your disapproving face.
Go ahead,
Throw me out of your group.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Your cologne cuts my breathing off,
Your ego overpowers my strength.
My eyes look up at you,
And I see hate radiating from your body.
I'll see you next time...
The 3rd hour of the afternoon.
Gut?
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