->Gewidmet an Miricle25<-

It's pretty difficult to be me,
Because everyone judging me.
Sometimes I'm like me,
And the other time I'm like nobody.

I can be kind,
But not everytime.
Someone can love me,
And the other can hate me.

But it makes me sick,
To hear what the others think.
Think about me,
Like I'm the badest thing in real.

Other blasphemies about me,
About my body and me.
I can't ignore there bad words,
It's hurting so fast.

But you know,
It make me sick to be not like me.
To be around myself,
Feels so wrong to me.

I love to be me,
Like I am supposed to be.
I don't wanna be like the others,
Just to be me in the special of me.

Now I can let go,
The Bad words for me.
It's not more important,
What the others think to know.

Rumors mean nothing to me,
They can say what they mean.
But now it's not worth,
To be sad about the words.

But I do the best,
To be myself for the rest.
If anyone have a Problem with me,
Then you can go right away from me.