"Maybe she's just misunderstood" "Maybe she doesn't understand" "Maybe she doesn't know enough" "Maybe her life hasn't gone as planned." I've heard all of these said about me As to why I act how I do They give reasons, possibilities and situations And they try to blame others, too. "Maybe it's because of her teachers, They don't let her opinion be known." "Maybe it's because of her ex-boyfriend, He did leave her all alone." "Maybe it's because of her friends, They make her feel out of place." "Maybe it's because of her sister, You know she does have a prettier face." Do I truly seem different, Because I'm not exactly the same? So, I don't fit your mold. Must I hang my head in shame? "Maybe it's a phase she's going through. It probably won't last long." Let me tell you, If you believe that You are sincerely wrong. This isn't a phase I'm in, There is no reason why. No need to find an explanation. Please don't even try. This is not a front, I am exactly what you see Not caused by any problem, Simply this is me.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem after a long fight with my parents about my "attitude". I am sick of being expected to fit into this mold that they create. I am my own person, but since they cannot realize it, I have to write to express my feelings.
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