I am different,
I guess.
I suppose that
I am just not good enough.
...
Well I'm tired of trying
Trying to be good enough
And accepted by someone so cruel.
I am sensitive.
And bipolar.
I thought you knew me.
I tell you all the time,
I warn you.
But now I realize,
You don't listen.
You don't understand.
You're too focused on everyone else.
They are bold,
Courageous,
Loud,
Funny,
And confident.
I am not.
I am simply quiet.
I'm afraid of screwing up.
It has happened too many times before.
I got sick of it.
So I hid for a while.
YOU ARE READING
Just Leave
LosoweI am left behind by the ones I deeply admire and love dearly. I'm afraid to get close to people because everyone I get close to forgets me.