life and depression..quotes and poems

chapter 17

~I do one thing wrong and you start yelling,

I say one thing you don't like and you start glaring,

I make you mad one time and you start to hate me.

anything I do is wrong it's like you literally hate me.

I don't get it.

is there something wrong with me or something that I don't already know about? 

is your mind literally set on hating every single thing about me?

~Yes i am insecure,

yes I think bad about myself all the time,

yes I have problems that noone knows about,

yes i don't like talking about my problems to anyone,

yes I have serious trust issues that I've developed in the last few years,

and yes I don't like bullies.

The next one is going to be about something that happened last year....its not gonna be a poem it's gonna be more of a rant type thing..sorry if you don't like it.

this one might have a few curse words in it soo I'm sorry if you don't like that but in this I was extremely mad so yeah.

~ So I was sitting at the lunch table and a group of people that was sitting at the table in front of me and my friends started laughing and giggling and pointing at the table I was sitting at and they were pointing at one of my best friends which really made me mad because of the fact that I hate it when people talk bad about my friends ESPECIALLY the ones who get upset and depressed really easily. Okay so back to the story. So I look at my friend and back at the other table and I'm like I know damn well there not talking about you saying out loud and everything loud enough for the people at the other table to hear. I was mad at this point because I knew they were talking about her and I didn't like that because she's one of my best friends. .so after that my friend was like yeah they are talking about me but don't worry it's okay don't say anything. So I look at her and say are you kidding me no they can't get away with this if they do they'll never stop picking on you because they have done this for awhile scence her ninth grade year to be exact and she was a senior. so anyways I looked over at the table where the group of people at the other table were and said what's so funny I mean really (and by this time I'm yelling) and then was about the time that my friend told me to be quiet before they start talking about me to and I looked at her and told her that I didn't care if they started talking bad about me they can talk about me all they want to but they need to shut up and leaves you alone because I don't see anything funny and then she told me that we needed to leave out of the lunch room. I was extremely mad I mean REALLY mad. then I looked over at the other table and said what has she ever done to you I mean really and then I had to leave before I started to talk to much because friend pretty much talked me into leaving the lunch room.. So when I say that people can talk about me all they want to but when it comes to my friends I'll get really mad I really mean it. ugh I hate when people bully other people or pick on other people.