All I see around me is what i hate. Everyone and everything i cant stand it.
I cant leave i have to stay. Stay for the end everything good happens at the end. right? many people
Want many things all i want is something i can call mine i don't have many things it
Is a process i have got use to.
A item will never come as close to me as family and friends.
Place to place I move town to town school to school met new people it doesn't help my anxiety
To talk to people it gets worse though every move
Call me crazy but its true
My friends don't understand why
Own my issues i understand
To see the next place on my adventure of life
Mend my thoughts together to see the future
The signs that pass me i never get right
Hearts of past loved one surround me
Of friends and family that have came and gone
Everyone sees me as a strange tall girl with no life
Who are they to judge they don't know my story. i don't even know my story
Feels like i am useless i do everything wrong and I'm an embarrassment
Alone in places i will eventual leave with in two years
You don't know the half of what i have been though and probably will never know. not like you care
Know this stranger. if your a bullied or someone know is on the other side.
To everyone i just want to say.
Keep
Your
Hopes
Up
High
And
Your
Head
Down
Low
