what am I to others
a freak a weirdo
I dress differently,so what
I’m always serious,so what
they talk about me behind my back
whispering words I cannot hear
“I’m afraid of her,she might kill me in my sleep if I make her upset”
thats one thing sister says
brother says,”everyone hates you no one is your friend”
even grandma says,”dont say that about her,she may be the type of person to commit suicide”
they all say these things behind my back,everyone
so thoughtless,so careless,don’t they think I have feelings?
I even have to make a deal with mother just to let me wear all black.
the only one who accepts me is my friends,not the fake ones,real ones
and my father who has always loved me no matter what.
a storm is raging,clouds are forming right over my head,to bad everyone I love wishes me different.