Is it the way i dress
is it the way walk
is it the way i act
is it the way i talk?
these are the questions
that often go through my mind
why do they judge mefor these things?
well thats the answer i need to find.
Is it the way my hair is parted?
Is it the way i read a book?
Is it the way i roll my eyes?
Is it the way i ordinarily look?
Every single night
I cry in my bed
and sometimes even wish
I stop breathing and lie dead
Is it because i'm ugli
is it because im fat?
is it because i'm stupid?
is it because i can't do this and that?
I dream of peace
and wish of love
but my wishes and dreams
are just not enough.
so by reading this poem
i hope you can see
the lonely girl
that lives inside of me....
