REAL You judge us for our strength, not for what we have in our brains. You judge us for what you want, not for what is right. I wish i had the strength to stand up. I wish i were like the others. I wish i knew how to stand up, or how to say what I wish to say. All you know is insults and jokes, violence is the only way. And i can't keep hanging on these ropes, for my self i have to pay. It's always quiet before the hurricane, and i wish over and over again to stop the war, stop their pain, stop whatever's causing me to stay. Wasting my time on pointless things, pointless for others, but not for me. And i would hurt myself and i did, so why can't I do it this time? Wasting my time and wasting my life, the weeks just seem to flow by. Yesterday was monday and tomorrow's the weekend, I can't seem to keep tracks. Sharpening knives is the only thing I might ever be good at. I'm trying to run away from a shadow, that probably wants me dead. Trying to run away, trying to hide, trying to stand tall, to not give up. I don't wish for anything else, just for him to stop. I keep thinking this is me, but after all this time I'm still fake. Who are we to judge the others? Who are we, for heaven's sake? And I might never change, but sometimes true i might be too. No, I'm not real, but I'm realer than any of you.
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