Being different isn't easy.
You try to be like others.
You try to change.
You try to please society.
You try to fit in.
You try to be someone else.
It's hard. Very.
But that's not what hurts. Really.
You know what does?
Not being able to do it.
That's what.
Sometimes you wonder,
Will things never change?
Will you always be the outsider?
The one nobody wants?
You try to be yourself,
But nothing happens.
You'd think that maybe,
Maybe you just don't really belong.
Maybe there's nothing you can do.
Maybe that's just simply it.
And then you realize something.
Does it really matter?
Do you need to please everyone?
Will you be happy by then?
Or is it all an illusion?
You begin to contemplate.
You begin to question.
You begin to look beyond what they see.
What is happiness?
Is what they think important?
Or is it all about your own thoughts?
About how you see yourself?
About how you see the world?
And that's when you realize that maybe,
Maybe you don't have to be what they say.
Maybe you can be happy by just being you.
You.
Maybe that's all there is to it.
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Idk I just felt like writing something like this.
Yeah.
Don't judge my weirdness.
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♢ endlessambitions ♢
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PoetryA million thoughts run in my mind. Some fade quickly yet some linger. Some are said yet some are not. Some are written yet remain unspoken.
