Being me isn't that easy,
waking up every morning to face new troubles,
to pursue a dream that feels impossible.
Being yourself isn't that easy,
feeling like you're a nobody
in crowded middle school halls.
Feeling left out of a friendship
isn't that easy;
it feels like someone just
slapped you in the face.
Whether it's picking out clothes
or picking out your friends,
everybody knows it's not easy.
Nothing is.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
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