So i'm told

So I'm told

I'm a Fifth teen-year-old girl with Dark color hair,
sparkles and funny clothes, who feel lonely
Sometimes
I don't ask to be understood because i can't even
understand myself.
I ask to be accepted,
I ask to be accepted as i am
I don't want to be told what potential i have, or what
my futures hold.
I don't want to be told I'm going nowhere in life
Because i failed my math test.
I question me and my body.
I question what the "Real Word" is and why I'm not
there.
I feel happy with no shoes on.
I feel lonesome in a crowed room.
Sometime my heart hurt and i cry.
Laughter echos in my mind.
I'm told too be different,
To be myself
But then I'm told what to wear and how to act.
I Like to write poems and rumors hurt.
I don't know how dance. But i try to anyways
Please don't try to understand me, nor judge me too
quickly.
My name does not matter.
My heart's open.