Crazy?
Do they see me that way?
I see myself that way sometimes,
I'm used to it.
Being left out.
I am the odd one out.
I am a different person.
That's why they don't like me.
They don't want me.
I'm hated by everything that has blood running through it's veins.
That's what kills me...
NO
That's What Killed Me.
YOU ARE READING
The Real Me
PoetryI may seem happy, but not really. I smile through the pain and cry deep inside. The world can be a horrible place and the people too, but I keep on living.
