Myself.

Me.
I think, oh well thats great
and dandy, but really..
quite obliviously,
I stumble through the world,
not fitting in,
never belonging,
feeling pressured,
and insecure.
I wish I knew,
where I could find,
someone, who could stand behind me
through thick and thin,
weather and sun,
just someone special...
that will call me "Hun".
I need to know,
want to see,
what its like,
to not be me.
Least loved of my mother,
who prefers my sister,
who wants to change me,
says I act like a mister.
Because I wear black?
"Lets leave it at that". She says.
It makes me flinch...
like I received a smack.
Sometimes, fear...
envelopes me.
Cant hear,
cant see,
cant even think.
My friends are fake,
Im not very rich,
and unfortunately,
my Grandfathers "late".
My Dad's in the army,
so discipline he believes in.
He makes up excuses to make me work.
He thinks I'm lazy...
and is surprised I have friends.
Whats wrong with that?
Everything.

The truth is...
People dont accept me.
For several reasons as followed:
I wear black.
I like screamo.
I like Rock.
I like the dark, because that way I dont have to see the horrors of the world,
I have A.D.H.D,
which increases activity...

I'd like to fit in..
and just know for a fact.
That even if I
had a face like a rat..
Thered be just one...
one..single person...
who'd have my back.