Complicated Life of a Teenager.

Fitting in .

All I wanted was to fit in.

Was that too much to ask?

I dreaded the thought of going to school,

because they would always make fun of me.

I hung out in their group,

and sat next to the tree.

I saw them tell each other secrets,

but it wasn't secrets they were telling.

Deep down I was hurt and broken,

I knew what they were saying.

They would all point and stare,

and have a little laugh.

Although I was with them,

I felt alone and cut in half.

I was too afraid to say something,

so I hid behind my mask.

I wondered if they knew the pain they caused me,

but I was too shy to ask.

They caused me so much pain,

I was very hurt.

I felt like I had a wound,

so deep, way beneath my shirt.

I was an outsider,

I was always excluded.

I wanted to have proper friends,

so I could be included.

All I wanted was to fit in!

Was that too much to ask?