What Did I Do To You
Hello.
You think you know me?
You think its your job to make my #life hell?
Really?
Oh you do ....
Do you.
You know my name,
Not my brain.
You know my age,
Not what I like, eat, enjoy, laugh at, cry at or find strange.
You call me weird, different, a freak.
Or is it my attention you really seek.
I tired to fit in,
i really truthfully do.
To be how people wanted me too.
To understand make up, gossip and dating.
Not just not caring, laughing and stating.
I am not like you don't you see.
That maybe I am what I am suppose to be.
I know I'm not perfect, I look in the mirror.
I see my face, my eyes, my mouth, my nose and my ears.
I see that I am not what you think.
But to your level I refuse to sink.
You think because I'm not on your level,
That I am automatically below you.
You and your crew.
Well maybe you are not on mine.
I am old enough to understand that not everyone is kind.
But at least I can say I tried.
To be nice to all no matter how big the knife that they stick in my back.
No matter their background or history.
Maybe their own mystery.
But at least I can say that I tried.
I may sound bitchy but all I want to know.
Is why you bully, tease and are plainly cruel to me.
And what I did to you.
That made you hate me so.
Wolfme
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