Written Thoughts

Perspective

I am content with my life
I strive to be myself no matter what
I know that I still have friends and family that care about me
But then the memories of life come flooding into my brain
I get ridiculed by my peers on the daily
I feel like an outcast, as if I'm in a lonely dark hallway with no entrance or exit
I don't know how I got here and I don't think I can ever get out
I am a lost balloon floating around without a cause as I slowly deflate
I don't want to go on like this

----------Now read it backwards----------