She was different.
She felt different things.
She loved different things
She even saw things differently.
She had people to love her.
She was loved and did love.
People loved her, but not her.
She looked at everything in such an unfamiliar way.
She was female.
Female did not like male.
Female liked female.
She knew she would never be accepted.
She knew she couldn't let people see who she really is.
Apparently, its society's decision as to whom people can and cannot love.
She really liked this girl.
"Did she love this girl?" Ask people.
No. The answer is no.
Love is something in which she did not believe.
Love is merely an idea that the world has become obsessed with.
A mother loves her child, yes.
She believes love as in romantic love does not exist.
She suffers from a severe case of social anxiety.
She feels as if she will never be accepted into society.
Things in her mind are severely screwed up.
She thinks she will never be good enough.
She thinks she will never be good enough for the people surrounding her.
But what she doesn't get, you should never feel like you should be good for someone that is not you.
Her mind is not a dark paradise, but a dark hell.
"You were always scared of the monsters under your bed, when in reality you should have feared the demons in your head"
-Linzee Anne
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