Purpose- Just to get my feelings out.
I hate my life at times. I hate being stuck in this body, this face, because one flash of my look could be "whore." I don't know why I am starting to think this way. Maybe it's because of the people who hate my guts. They hate me, and they can't think of anything else. So they will always pick on me. Every LITTLE fashion flause I have, they want to trip me. Every single book I read, every notecards I remember. They want to accuse me as a bookworm-wanna-be. Every single boy I have loved. They will break us apart, and please forgive me (I know my fault: I am weak). I just want to cry at times.
What's wrong being me?
Still, I continue to anger them for all the right things I done. THIS IS MY LIFE!!! I JUST WANT TO CRY OUT!!!
I hope they would understand someday, that all those things they looked down upon me WAS me trying to live for another day.
Why can't I still feel good?
I am willing to die for all my mistakes, I done. Why does the world makes me wait for my last breath? It's painful... that's all I really hope they can understand.
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