Stop and write about “I don’t want to be like the other kids” if you wish. Or you could [[a mind to meander|go back to where the river begins]]. ---- At least she didn’t say that she hated me, too The way everyone seems to feel about me Life is so unexpected Full of twists And twisted lines Things always happen, And, They happen in a peculiar way. Why does it feel like everyone hates me Hates my guts… > My appearance… > My personality… Even my efforts It shocks me How much I’ve changed Life was > Glitter AND Butterflies > Rainbows AND Sunshine > Cupcakes AND Nature > Love AND Happiness Not > Pain AND Sadness > Loneliness AND Shyness > Silence AND Gloom > Sickness AND Anxiety The way it is now. When I think about it I realize it's truly society that has changed. At least in my eyes. Sometimes it’s a good thing to be different but not always It’s normal anyways For people to become that way Although most people have a reason They’ve too been through something that’s made them that way. Made them messed up In a way everyone is messed up I’m messed up too but in a different way from most I don’t do all the things they feel the need to do Which Makes me an outcast That’s how I’ve changed It’s changed me, To be an outcast No I wasn’t bothered by others Just ignored [[My existence was unknown]] Until she came into my life out of nowhere, Gave me life and hope I expected life to stay in an Anxious and stressful Form But it didn’t She was Someone like me, Different… She hated the situations The ones we were put into. But She made the best out of them She came to me like [[a ray of sunshine in the dark]] In the most unexpected time she showed up Made life more bearable As happens with all good things, (They end) and She left The way one leaves a toy they lost interest in It’s understandable, I wasn’t the friend she was looking for I agree sometimes I wasn’t a good friend She hated that we didn’t always agree So She left To enter society To not be an outcast To find new friends I have friends but none who were like that At least she didn’t say that she hated me Just the situations we were put into I began a new journey on my own with new friends by my side Being different isn’t a bad thing Slowly but surely I’m entering society Being known as someone unique, With a purpose Not an outcast anymore Not unknown but known – Grace Chaidez > Black, Holly “The Cruel Prince” (First line of poem)