Should I be a terrified and nervous wreck?
Because I'm not.
Should I be in tears all day because I'm secretly dying inside?
Because I'm not.
Should I try and kill myself because my life has gone to shit?
Because I won't.
Should I accept my life and just live how society tells me to?
Because I refuse.
It's oddly comforting.
Sometimes being different is a bad thing but when it comes to this... I'm glad I'm not like the others.
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PoetryPoems about the darkness inside my mind where the voices destroy the light.
