my life as well as theirs (poems)

accteptance

since I was

little all I

could do

was hope

that someone

would accept me

accepted I

put on a mask

to hide the

real me

I never did like

the feeling of

disapproved

when my "friends"

notice that I was

sad all they can do

is say "AImee why are

you so sad"

"you wouldnt

understand even

if I told you"

"come on.

you can tell me

anything "

so I would

sit there and

tell them

after about

20 minutes

of explaining

they would

leave me

it isnt like I

shouldnt

be used to this

it has happened

one too many

so i just stopped

caring about it

not one of

my "friends"

stayed and tried

to help

after the 30th

time I stopped

telling people

should I

really care

if I am

accepted

into this

world anymore?

I dont think

I should

I will just be alone

with the people that

surrond me

or think the "are

acceptting me"