A Piece of poetry

Accumulated

I'm ugly, but beautiful.
I'm sad and I'm cheerful.
I'm brave, but afraid to act.
I'm strong, but I cry enough.

I'm loved, but hated.
Like singing, but dancing.
Stay close, but farther.
Like to be unnoticed, but climb higher.

I get attached, but say goodbye.
I tell the truth, but I deny.
I can't do anything, but can do everything.
I'm inattentive, but pay attention to every thing.

It's all me, but it doesn't matter,
When I'm among the haters.
They are used to not changing.
And something new makes them angry.

They like to suppress uniqueness.
And they never admit this.
Kindness is mistaken for weakness.
Money replaces sinlessness.

Dreams are buried in mud.
Someone's grief they turn into fun.
They're distrustful and cold-blooded.
They want to hear the truth, but like lying.

Life will not bring joy,
Until you have an expensive toy.
They take pride in their rudeness,
Because this increases their "coolness".

If you're different, you can't live here.
They will kill all your feelings, dear.
To survive, you have to pretend,
That you are one of them.