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They told me I wasn't good enough.
They told me that I was a freak.
How would you react?
The tears are real.
When I was young.
I was naive.
They never listened.
My voice is here! It's not nothings that should end up in the wind.
Feelings are a funny thing.
I don't think we should have any.
But then where would the world be now?
A heartless race with even more killing then before.
I tried to talk. I tried to show kindness.
That kindness was considered annoying and I learned the hard way, that you can't trust people.
I'm not ADD or ADHD. Those are fine people as well.
They judge me. They don't even know me.
I'm alone in this fire. It gets closer and traps me in it.
I sat there and sang my heart out. I stayed good and pure.
My friends were with me. They know my sadness and will stay with me till the end.
The fire gets closer. It warms me uncomfortably.
Everyone pressures me. They spread rumors and horrible words that shake me to my knees.
How could they say those things?
My friends they left. They turned on me.
I still have the loyal ones and I am as loyal to them.
The fire envelopes me and I burn. Can you hear me scream?
I can't take it. Did you see what they just said.
He hit me. He pushed me and shoved me.
I just got a bruise. What's next?
This fire is killing me. Watch me burn and die.
I'm alone. The war was a draw.
See my eyes. There's nothing there just the little wisps of a forgotten soul.
I've got my own friends and we are happy.
I'm happy but why do I feel I still have all this weight on my back.
I still feel all the words.
I'm left dead. A person can't tell it was me. I'm just some scattered ashes.
It gets to a point where everything just feels numb.
I drone on with life. It gets normal to still hear jeers.
That shouldn't be normal. It shouldn't feel normal to hear their calls.
But alas it does. Life feels normal with a touch of pain.
I will rise. I rise from the ashes anew like a Phoenix.
I can ignore them. Their words aren't true. But I feel they are.
My friends help. I couldn't live without them.
Life seems to be getting better.
I can live again.
.....
But why do I still feel the sadness?
They told me that I was a freak.
How would you react?
The tears are real.
When I was young.
I was naive.
They never listened.
My voice is here! It's not nothings that should end up in the wind.
Feelings are a funny thing.
I don't think we should have any.
But then where would the world be now?
A heartless race with even more killing then before.
I tried to talk. I tried to show kindness.
That kindness was considered annoying and I learned the hard way, that you can't trust people.
I'm not ADD or ADHD. Those are fine people as well.
They judge me. They don't even know me.
I'm alone in this fire. It gets closer and traps me in it.
I sat there and sang my heart out. I stayed good and pure.
My friends were with me. They know my sadness and will stay with me till the end.
The fire gets closer. It warms me uncomfortably.
Everyone pressures me. They spread rumors and horrible words that shake me to my knees.
How could they say those things?
My friends they left. They turned on me.
I still have the loyal ones and I am as loyal to them.
The fire envelopes me and I burn. Can you hear me scream?
I can't take it. Did you see what they just said.
He hit me. He pushed me and shoved me.
I just got a bruise. What's next?
This fire is killing me. Watch me burn and die.
I'm alone. The war was a draw.
See my eyes. There's nothing there just the little wisps of a forgotten soul.
I've got my own friends and we are happy.
I'm happy but why do I feel I still have all this weight on my back.
I still feel all the words.
I'm left dead. A person can't tell it was me. I'm just some scattered ashes.
It gets to a point where everything just feels numb.
I drone on with life. It gets normal to still hear jeers.
That shouldn't be normal. It shouldn't feel normal to hear their calls.
But alas it does. Life feels normal with a touch of pain.
I will rise. I rise from the ashes anew like a Phoenix.
I can ignore them. Their words aren't true. But I feel they are.
My friends help. I couldn't live without them.
Life seems to be getting better.
I can live again.
.....
But why do I still feel the sadness?
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Wow this is amazing.. Ihad a lot of these same problems when i was younger.
Its hard being a writer and or artist in a world that dosent understand how your driven to do these things.
I hope your life got better darling.. also
I wanna be your friend now too.. come see my art and writing and I;ll see your writing and art and we can talk about it!
Rp1
Its hard being a writer and or artist in a world that dosent understand how your driven to do these things.
I hope your life got better darling.. also
I wanna be your friend now too.. come see my art and writing and I;ll see your writing and art and we can talk about it!
Rp1