It’s hard to make decisions when it comes to people.
Maybe that’s because nobody chooses me.
I’m barely included, and when I am I feel like an intruder.
Do I have friends, or just people who feel sorry for me? I don’t know.
I don’t have many problems at home, my life is pretty good.
So, if it’s not my family, or the people around me, then why am I like this?
I’d love to have the ability to read minds; that would be a blessing.
Even if no one has something good to say about me, at least I know.
How they feel, I mean, about me as a person.
I’m a good student in school, with straight As and talents.
Are people jealous of me, and my “successes”?
Yeah, in my dreams!
I am such a toxic person.
...
Why is my vision blurring?
Because I’m crying, silently but surely.
I’ll admit it, I get upset easily.
That could be why nobody wants to be around me.
A girl even said, “...you cry too much.”
Does she not like me? Probably not.
For Pete’s Sake!
Just because someone doesn’t like me, doesn’t mean they should be rude to me.
People can be a real hassle.
...
I’m wearing a shirt of something I really like.
I would tell you, but you wouldn’t understand; I know you wouldn’t.
If I could read your mind, I wouldn’t be so scared to approach you.
Since I’d know what we do and don’t have in common.
...
My “friends” say they like me.
Okay, if they did, why do they forget I exist as soon as they see someone else?
Sure I may not be the smartest, the prettiest, the most popular.
I may be quiet and reserved sometimes.
But can for once someone come up to me and say,
“You are a great person and can do many wonderful things…”
“...and because of you, I am a little more happy in this twisted world…”
“...and that I am utmost proud to have a great friend like you.”?
Not yet, but I’m still hoping on it.
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