Judgment.

 It's as if the world existed to judge, and I was the one being judged.

You what if feels like to be looked down upon, seen as the invalid? Others sneering at you, your interests, your being? Family friends think of you as the one that's bound to get nowhere in life? No, no. Not you, you got it good. You don't have it like me; you don't know what it's like to be stepped upon and thrown off to the side. You probably got some notable talent, or a simple skill that sets you apart from the others. 

So, what do I have?

I got nothing special, nothing worth noticing. The only things people notice are my bad traits and stupid things I do. I think I'm the epitome of fail in the eyes of these motherfuckers. People refer to me whenever they want to feel better about themselves, but I, obviously, just make the standards a lot lower. I don't have any talent to display, any ability to show off, or intelligence to blow your mind away. 

True, I'm just your average no-good-influence girl who gets kicked to the gutter. But did you really have to put me down, and get yourself involved in my life, which you know no part of? Get the fuck out and try not to disturb me again.

The whole world is out to get me. Come and get me bitches, and tear me down. As if I haven't had enough of your torture.