Know me?imagine this, you're alone, in a room, sitting in a corner, when people walk in, and all they do is point and whisper, back and forth to each other, as words leek out you hear "freak" ad more viscous ones like "ugly" and you think, ~wait, those people are my friends, they must not be talking about me~ so you turn around to see if someone is behind yu, so you can join then in there taunts and ridcule, just to be a part of the crowd, but behind you where is only blank wall, white and flawed, almost as much as you. Looking back to your friends, you see them walking to you, acting as if none of that had ever happened...You do too. Just wishing, and hoping...Maybe its the wall thats betrayed...not you.
Not imagine that everyday of your life...Thats why im like me. So please, know me before you judge me?
To be?Or not to be? Is itTo be or not to be, is that really the question, or may we ask why some live here with no reason, looking at this life in a some what envious way, to see the passers by as only strangers, and not potential friends or foes. To think, to feel, To love, to lose. To be the one ant only yourself, to be the only person that can say you have been you, that is what it means to live, to cherish everyday, because it could and may be your last..A scary thought in some minds, but to come who see it as leaving behind a legacy, not a famous one, but one that has left finger prints of the lives of people you have touched, and have felt the touch from you. People wish to be gone from this world, before they have a chance to improve there stories, to make others remember there names, as much as the ones who loved them will. Never live life what a set mind of someday moving on, when we, as people, do not know what tomorrow bring, and im not matter will we ever. The beauty in waking every morning, the bl
SICKANDTIREDThere always something wrong with me, be it emotionally, or physically, there has never been a time where i was fully happy with myself, ive always had something to make me doubt im worth something. And to this day i have yet to feel as perfect as others say i am, i always find something that i want to change. I never want to be me, i always see people being what they want to be in life, when im sitting here being the worthless thing i am. I have no one to count on, no one i can tell anything too, i miss when i didnt care. I miss when the world was smiling and laughing alone with me, instead of at me. I wish, i could crawl out of this skin, and never come back.