I’m like a little spider on the ground
I just watch what goes on around
Wondering if anyone will notice me
Some people are so scared of me
Afraid I will make contact with them
Others see right through me
Thinking I won’t do them harm
I’m sick of being the un-noticed one
I am not a spider
it’ll take more than a stomp
To get rid of me
I crawl to the middle of the room
Preparing to get squished to my death
They will be the ones killing me
Driving me to my death
But when i am dead
I won’t feel like a helpless spider
Sitting in a corner by myself