A Broken Heart With a Fake Smile

Me

Some people mistake me for a good girl. I really don't know what I would be classified as. What I think when I think of myself is a giver but never getting things in return. I'm a Rock on the side of our lives. People come and go with me. But, I'm used to it. Sadly I am. It's alright with me though. Lots of people hate me at my school. Than again I make them. Lots of people are afraid of spiders,snakes, or heights. I'm afraid of losing another loved one. I'm afraid to be a disappointment in other people's eyes. <Weird fears. Right?> At my school I walk the halls alone. But, I like that. I tend to open my eyes to the smallest things. You can never know true beauty until you have fully looked that beauty over with both of your eyes. I'm just a girl who writes poems about "Insanity" while everyone else writes about "Happiness" or "Joy". I'm weird. But, that's good. Everyone needs at least one weird person in their live. And I'm one of those to lots. To me> Writing is the only way I get my feelings out without actually getting them out<

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I remember my first time sledding. I decided to lay down on the sled. My head was in the front. Haha. I remember sledding right into a tree. Man did it hurt. I remember walking inside my grandpas house. I told him what happened. He asked me what u did to the tree. I was like, I did nothing to that tree. It was the one that hit me. Anyways. It was funny. Hope you injoy my childhood memory's.