I've always been afraid of what I would become when I grew into an adult
That I would hurt someone that I cared for
Who am i kidding anyway
I don't care for anyone truly
The simple words 'I love you' are never true
It's only polite
Some would call me inhuman
Some would call me cold
Some would call me extraordinary
I call me normal
Because that's what I am
Normal
You know who isn't
Those dyed hair wannabe girls who like to think they're deep and have the world figured out
Acting as if they know what's it like to be called a freak
Yet they want to act like it
The type of person i would murder out of hate, not love
I had a friend
Who got called a freak because a rumor spread
Now she thinks her life is tough
Because she got made fun of once
Appreciate what you have
Especially when you have two happy parents
Lots of money
And "normal" thoughts
All you do is complain, complain, complain
Don't tell me I'm being selfish and rude
I already know
YOU ARE READING
esprit malade
Poetrya penny for my thoughts? trigger warning: depression, eating disorders, anxiety etc.