since i'm not a slut, some hot boys won't talk to me. because i haven't had sex. because i don't know exactly how to turn on a guy through a computer screen. since i'm not into drugs and don't get high, people judge me. they say i'm childish, i'm inexperienced. that i'm stupid and lame and boring. since i'm trying, i'm considered a weird girl. i'm odd and shouldn't be with those popular people. i shouldn't be able to be anyones friend. because i actually give a damn.
i will never understand why i don't want to take drugs because i'm depressed. i'll never understand why i don't want to be slutty when i'm trying to impress someone. i don't mind you vein people. you bother me, but i'm considerable of your feelings. you don't know it, so i'm still trash. maybe you don't show me i'm trash. though i know you talk like you're the hottest thing this world will ever know. you say you're ugly. so why do you throw yourself at people and seduce them.
it makes no sense to me, though i'm very sure it's the positive thing for you to do.
i'll let you do what you do. because i'm not laughing with you, i'm being mean and selfish; vein. i see you shave every hair off your body except your head. whatever, i've told you i'm not going to tell anyone. just because you can't simply give me some trust, doesn't mean you burn mine up and throw the ashes at anyone you can get your claws on.
you make me mad.
you make me sick.
you're the kind of thing that makes me lay awake at night and wonder who's the freak.
i can't get rid of you, you've been more to me before you were this selfless shell. i know what you can be, what you want to be. i know you hate the way you are. but you're having trouble considering yourself. i won't say i'm sorry. i'd be lying, and you know i wouldn't lie to a pretty face.
i knew the old you.
i knew the ecstatic you.
i knew the kind, happy, and healthy kid in you.
what happened to that, i will never know. i will never ask why you're this way. i'm just passing my time asking how your day was. i'm trying to be as friendly as i can to a freak like you. and do i care. nah, you're like a burn out light bulb. you were the sunshine at the end of the day. but sunshine's don't ray on our day forever. eventually a cloud will scoot over your sunny face, and depart yourself from who you really are.
why i care, who knows. i'm an upbringing on my own. no one has taught me, i know so. i choose to be this way, i want to be like you and like everyone else. i do not want to be you and eveyone else. should i want to have some of your qualities. there's a little bit of you in me and i carry that wherever i go. i'm not sorry if you find that offending, i'm just passing by and noticing interesting things like yourself.
i'm tired of being ignored by a thing like you.
i'm sick of being shoved in a non shoving manner.
i'm oblivious of you're anger towards me.
it's not like i can't see you, i'm just noticing the face and the soul. i don't really care, you see. sure you may think i'm lying again.
i'm dramatic in my own way. i dramatize whenever i can, but i won't when it's going to hurt somone else.
i'm this girl, you see.
i have two legs, i have two arms.
hands and feet to experience softness and roughness.
experience is my goal.
i'm this girl, you see.
not like you. not quite me.
i'm just passing my time, being as friendly as a girl like me can be. to a freak like you, i wonder if you should be saying "Goodmorning Sunshine."
until the day comes, i'm the faint rising and setting sun, here to listen and pay attention.
i can't help but be of help to you, if not i'm objecting to know you.
((in a ranting mood that day)) oh lordy... haha
Why does it look like half of that is in paragraph form? o.o
I like it ^^ It doesn't seem like a poem, but it is. You just have to look harder.