Today I noticed something about myself
I noticed i work hard to get everyone's approval
Not only my father's
But my teachers and friends
Why is it i'm the only one who feels this way?
Why is it when i'm walking in the hall to go to my next class
I see myself walking alone
I see myself working hard to the bone.
I see myself not having a skinned hand
And i need somebody to help my understand.
When I'm walking, where is everyone?
Do they see who i am?
Or do they just take one glance at me and start talking to their friend?
What do i need to do with myself, for someone to notice the real me?
The me that loves to be amazed
Yet not vomit from the gaze.
The me that can't make any sense.
The me that wants to live in the past tense.
The me that talks and thinks about the future.
The me that thinks her life is so much different from others.