I'M... Poem by Nekita Mayer

I'm tired.
I'm tired of that people
Who pretend being our friends,
But then they cheat on us like we were nothing.

I'm sick.
I'm sick of people who are
Always complaining they're life is
misereable, when they don't know how we feel.

I'm confuse.
I'm confuse because I don't
understand why can't I do anything.
Why does everything I do is wrong and anoying.

I'm crying.
I'm crying because I must
be the only people on Earth who
no one understands... and that makes me sad.

…

I'm misenderstood.
No one will never understand
me, my mind seems to be diferent from others.
I'm that kind of people who people don't know what I'm feeling right now.

I'm different.
I had a lot of friends,
different friends, very different,
but no one so different as me… no one like me...

I'm sad,
'Cause everything I am
Is anoying to others, and
they don't seem to like me at all

I'm desesperate,
because I don't know
what I should do to others
understand, like and be with me.

I just don't know what to do.
I tried everything, everything, really.
It didn't work at all. So... do you understand me?
Do you like me? Do you wan't to be with me? Are we...
...friends?