I don't know who I am
I try to be everyone
Whom I'm not
Living a fake life
is social suicide.
People call you names
Whore
Slut
Bitch
Wanna- Be
The list goes on...
I thought in the 21st century
People were accepting of
Others
That's what I am
An 'Other'
The one in the back of
the class with headphones in
People try to talk to me,
They try to get to know me
But I'm afraid
I'm afraid of they damage and hurt they'll cause if I let them in.
If I let them know me
I'm the antisocial who most people just see as shy.
But I'm not. If you truly knew me you'd know that I'm a bubbly, funny, enthusiastic girl.
My one true friend is the only one who knows me for me.
No one else; not even my parents.
People leave me, I get left; that's just who I am.
I can't change that.
It's fates placement for me.
And I've learned to accept that.
I wrote this when i was going through a really hard time in life. friends were leaving my side when i needed them most and two of my greatest friends stuck to my side through thick and thin.
When writing this i cried my eyes out but i'm okay. i got through it, and if your going through a really hard time i 100% completely tell you IT GETS BETTER Util next time - megan
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