"It bothered me. Everything bothered me. The way they talked about each other, the way they talked about other people. I wasn't like them. I was different. I kept quiet and I over analyzed situations. I was outspoken but at the same time I detested leaving my comfort zone. I didn't fit in with them and I knew it. Although I didn't like them I kept shut and smiled at the none sense they spoke in fear of being left alone and rejected. I couldn't even bare the thought of being rejected. That is why every day I put a mask on, to hide my true self so I could be accepted by others."

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