I used to tell myself that I shouldn't be so self inflicted
Because I thought the whispers were all about me
Turns out they were, I was right
Their whispers digging deep into the back of me
I'm a little different
Okay I'm a lot
But that doesn't make it right for you to talk about me
Let me tell you it hurts a lot
I'm not deaf, you know
And no, I'm not blind
Yes I may be stupid
But no, I'm not blind
I'm not like you, I stand out from the crowd
Whispering about me, telling your friends about me
Isn't cool, please leave me alone for good
You don't know anything about me
I'm not meant your latest conversation topic
Yet somehow I am
Why don't you mind your own business
Instead of talking about who I am
YOU ARE READING
Sad yet true poems for people like me
PoesiaThese are just poems that I thought about and made up. It's my way of venting off and letting stuff off my chest. They're all based on what's going on in my life and how I feel.
