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Who am I? (poem)
(I'm feeling melancholy)
Who Am I?
I dont know
'cuz i lost myself a long time ago,
and I put up a false ID
a fake person
to fill this void in my heart.
Am I hated?
am I an outcast?
was I a rock in the road for someone?
a pothole in the highway of life?
Yes.
Yes I Am.
Nobody knows the real me. i was an outcast for nearly my entire life. It tought me some things. things i like to call "Concepts" of life. I never really felt "to be loved" ever. No friends. No "to-go-to people", no resort.I am not Emo, but Hated. everybody I know acts like im their friend, and i join in on this act. but they truly hate me. nobody wants to go near me. and what makes me hated is when i was in elementary school, i was a target. and after many times of being attacked, mocked, and "beaten up" something like rage built up inside of me. and sometimes i cannot control what im saying. and after what i say, trying to make a conversation, they end up walking away from me, sometimes crying. and even to this day, i am hated like that still. even on those days when we set aside our differences, people dont even try to even look my way. so thats why i must put this up. because of this, i am going to tell something about me that people should NOT know. I am able to sense human hate and see those dead. not like im a pchycopath, but i am different. please do not think of me as a freak, but a but a human "brother"(not a real brother, but it means one of the same). some say i need some love. so please help me find out what is wrong with me. please
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