Why am I here?
I'm just taking up space and not making any use of it.
Just who am I?
Why can't I just pick who I am, and just stick with it?
What am I doing here?
I hate how I can't choose which personality I want.
I keep "downloading" them
Like a machine or computer.
I hate how there are so many rules
That bind and restrict me from being who I truly am
If I even know who I am.
I'm spinning around in circles,
Picking up one, dropping the other
About The Fellow Students
It's all so pointless.
I hate how the other people react to me
I see that they're trying to be nice,
But the look in their eyes tell me that they have something so much better to do
Than talk to me.
I'm not who you think I am,
You stupid, selfish beasts.
I'm capable, I'm strong,
You just think that I can't do anything
That I'm weak, unprepared.
I might look like I have no emotion on the outside,
But on the inside,
I'm resentful, angry, depressed,
Sometimes slightly amused
At how you all are running around in circles
And you don't even know it.
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