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Hiding
“Who are you?” People have said. “Do I know you?”
“I’m your best friend, I’ve known you since we were two.”
Blending in is my thing, no one notices me.
It’s always complicated. My life isn’t easy.
I try to speak out loud, let people hear my voice.
But they ignore me and give me no choice,
Except to sit in the corner- disappear in the wall.
No one wants anything to do with me at all.
I try to say hi and get involved.
But my problem unfortunately is never resolved.
Because I’m not popular and can’t be cool-
I’m pushed out of the community, excluded from school.
Low self esteem and being self conscious about myself.
Going through the halls watching everyone else?
I’m so reserved, quiet, and shy.
Nobody else will believe me when I tell them why.
Going through life feeling bad about who I am.
With no one to support me or hold my hand.
It feels like no one cares or can relate,
But to have someone who did would be great!
I doubt I’ll ever find someone though who will give me respect.
Fifteen years later and a lot of regrets.
Never being good enough or perfect for anyone else.
I wish I could just believe in myself.
But then you came into my life and made me smile.
Thank you for making me feel worthwhile.
I’m not hiding anymore.
I’ve finally opened my bedroom door.
No more disguises or fake laughter.
Just you and I...
LIVING HAPPILY EVER AFTER!
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