Poetry dump #1

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I am different,
My stories been hidden,
To them Im considered abnormal,
I enjoy being alone , my own thoughts and feelings all to myself ,
No reasons to express just give a simple answer and nod when asked a question and turn back to my darkened thoughts and think deeper than one who is normal can imagine
I think of my past and wonder
I should of done this instead of that...
Or what if this person was never in my life and never affected me in this way ...
My thoughts and actions reflect me..,
My dark colors are a sign of secrets kept within my self ...
My bracelets prevent me from creating the unnecessary scars on my wrists...
I try to hide my reality while my lies are shown ...
My traumas I keep to my self ..,
I wake up at night thinking about them they drive me insane more insane the normal human mind...
You can say that it pass and I'll forget about it...
It's not as simple you never have faced what I have ...
Never been in my shoes...
And yet you simply say " everything's okay the past is the past "
But to me the past is my hell
Completely different from your situations
To you the biggest problem is the smallest in my eyes
My stories are a hidden mystery
Yet only the detective can find the clues and put them together ,