The Real You

by April G   Aug 17, 2005


Stuck in a room no way out. People are there but they don’t understand. No one understands. They laugh, they tease, They will never understand who I am. Life is so hard. You wish you were dead. No one understands. They want you to be different. They want you to be whom they want. They laugh when I show them the real me. Who am I? That question is the main one. You don’t know, no one does. Not even your parents understand you. Your friends aren’t much help, they just make you act like a dummy, they control what you do but when you are alone you act like yourself, The way you wish you could act all the time. They never understand.

By: April Grover

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