I used to fear not being good Enough for anyone else But recently I have taken a liking To not caring what they think I have been afraid of What people might think if They found out who I actually was Or rather what I liked So this is the truth The ugly truth It's not fun being something else I have been around too many friends that Don't seem to care so why should I I'm different and that's how it's always been The difference is I know it But sadly, some others don't.
Tada! This is what happens when I'm left alone in my room. Thoughts come out. .-.