Tears dried on my cheeks as I keep reliving and thinking of how I am so easily left?
I have stains on my pillow from the constant feeling that I am different, that I overthink everything and am so constantly aware of how people view me, I have lost sleep from the lack of feeling as if I'm safe, I continue to remember how many tears I've cried from always being constantly feeling that I do not belong?
I remember the talks we've had, the times I laughed so hard I cried, the times where I felt safe, times I found myself questioning even wanting to exists on this planet you made it feel as if it was worth staying on this earth because of you but my life wasn't important.
I challenge how can anyone ever know if they truly belong? Why try and understand what makes someone belong and feel loved when in reality no one does belong, how can you feel like you belong when you feel as through your purpose is for the stake of a title, you feel as if the world exists just for the world to give you a title, why is that it constantly feels as if you don't accept the title then you don't belong? Why is it that when you are given that title and fight the stereotype you have something wrong with you?
How can anyone fight a stereotype when they are shamed for being emotional? How can someone sit there and act as if I wasn't valued as a person.
I know I put this book as poems and I know this could not sound like poetry at all but I am really here to challenge a stereotype that is pushed on me, how can I ever feel as if I belong when you finally decide to ignore those thoughts from a stereotype that has been pushed because I'm to much?
