I come here to be happy,
To find my place
And teach myself how to be
A true writer.
To me it seems
I try.
I try to speak,
Show myself,
Do what I am supposed to do here.
I am told to be myself,
There is no blending in.
And yet, it seems I have to.
No one cares. I cry
And they stare and walk past.
I had more support and reassurance
In the place where I was bullied and tormented
Daily.
And here,
Daily,
I am alone.
Cliques formed and I was, once again,
And outcast.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
I come here to be happy,
To find my place
And teach myself how to be
A true writer.
To me it seems
I try.
I try to speak,
Show myself,
Do what I am supposed to do here.
I am told to be myself,
There is no blending in.
And yet, it seems I have to.
No one cares. I cry
And they stare and walk past.
I had more support and reassurance
In the place where I was bullied and tormented
Daily.
And here,
Daily,
I am alone.
Cliques formed and I was, once again,
And outcast.
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