The girl who just wanted a friend!
Short Story by: Becks101
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The girl didn't understand,
Why people didn't understand how she was really feeling
Everyone looked at her as Miss Perfect,
Just because she could get away with things
And could get whatever she wanted!
But deep down,
All she wished for was parents who loved her by love
Not by things,
The girl looked down,
Not looking at everyone around her,
Not looking at the people in her school
Calling her names
'Freak, ugly, stupited...'
The girl tried and ignore them
But when she went home,
She went in her room and cried
The girl had no friends
And the friends she had she lost on her way!
The girl hated to be known as Miss Perfect in everyone eyes,
Even through she isn't
She's just another girl who just wanted a friend!....
Submitted: February 14, 2012
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When people learn what they see around, is from them... people will transform their lives. Sometimes we ask why... but the answer is not going to come from outside.... the answer is within... where we are. our world and we are one.... our world is the big mirror of our soul
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Damn, did you spy on me or something? This sounded like me 5 years ago (I'm a male by the way).
Mon, June 4th, 2012 1:26amStill, something funny I realized recently is that sometimes when say parents misunderstand children it is because they have yet to understand themselves. Seems some parents either never had the chance to accept their role in life or were forced into being someone else by uncontrollable circumstances.
Like when you want to be a painter as a kid but pressure from relatives/counselors and even the bad economy forces you to abandon your passion to go into medicine. You will never truly be happy doing that, even if it makes you rich.
It is no wonder a rare percentage of people admit to have imaginary friends even in early adulthood. Even me, as a writer, often wish some of my literary creations were real living beings I could talk to and embrace in times of need.
Humanity is so fascist they reject complexity and when complex individuals come along they don't know how to empathize with them... leading to this.