Words of the Wild

Dying to Say

You think I'm conceited 'cause I keep to myself.

I hold it all in just to please you.

No matter how hard I try, I can't get through.

I'm sick and tired of hiding who I really am.

I'm the black sheep in this house.

Don't try to lie your way out.

It's pretty clear I don't fit in.

I'm sorry to disappoint.

What did you expect of me?

To be a team player?

That's never really been my style.

I'd rather write it all out than deal with snobby people,

And drink tea with my pinky out.

I wanna be on a stage and sing to a crowd.

And I know they'll sing back because they took the same route.

I have a good life, I really can't complain,

But my negativity is so strong it's bringing me down.

On the outside I'm good and love who I am,

But on the inside I'm fighting to get to the top,

Just to gasp for air.

**this is more of a poem I guess you could say. I wrote this to express my feelings of not belonging. Sometimes I think I was put in the wrong family, but then I remember I look like my mom. So, I guess I wasn't switched at birth.
I hope you like this piece. Please vote & it would be fabulous if someone would maybe comment here and there. Even to tell me I suck. Idc what, just something!! God, I sound desperate! Whatever. Thanks for reading!

~M❤