I'm self-centred.
I'm ignorant.
I fake smiles.
I've ever hurt you.
I just can't be like everyone else.
I can't be real.
I can't be honest.
I can be cocky.
If I look like a bitch.
My body screams fuck-you.
I'm awkward.
I can't be normal.
I like music more than the people around me.
I hate attention.
I'm not here right now.
I get angry all the time.
I want to slam doors and punch walls.
I won't let anyone be there for me.
Nothings permanent.
I don't like being alone.
I hate you.
I don't know what to say.
I'm not sorry for who I am.
I'm not going to change.

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The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall
PoetryThis is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.