Here We Go.
I can't stand alot of things.
Like backtalk.
But there is something else.
Something that is way worse.
When I Like Something And You Make Fun Of Me For It.
It really hurts more then anything.
If I like old music like The Beatles or Queen or Michael Jackson,
You laugh at me.
Even the unneeded things.
If I like a certain kind of food,
You laugh at me.
If I have a crush on someone,
You laugh at 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.
