Why don't you like me?
Why is being different such a bad thing?
Why is looking different a bad thing?
Why is being intelligent a bad thing?
Why do I have to be like everyone else to be liked?
Why do I have to act dumb?
Why do I have to be beautiful?
Why do I have to be anything,
But myself,
To be liked?
Why do I have to be:
Kicked,
Punched,
Stabbed,
Slammed,
and other terrible things,
Because I'm different?
Why am I starting to believe,
All of the harsh things you say are true?
Why am I starting to believe that I'm worthless,
and shouldn't be alive?
You called me fat,
So I'm not eating.
You called me a cutter,
So I actually started to cut.
You called me a loser,
So I gave up on trying to win.
You said I should kill myself...
I didn't expect you to be sad,
when I did.
YOU ARE READING
//T H O U G H T S .//
Poetry"When we have second thoughts about something, our first thoughts don't seem like thoughts at all - just feelings." -Sydney J. Harris ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
