Sad little girl

Personality

I think I finally understand what words are meant to be

I wish I could tell you that I know how to use them
But I don't want to waste them

I don't care what people think about me
I don't think people even care about me

Yet, I'm still afraid they'll dislike my poetry
I'm still afraid they'll like me for someone I claim to be

When I speak, I get weird glares
And furrowing brows like they don't care

Silences, when I dare a joke
Slight grins and then they start to smoke

I smile and try hard to fit
Try to care less about what they would think

My old life passed away
A few traits taken away

They stay in the back of my mind
Talking rubbish when I try to be kind

Late at night I finally allow them to come back
Of my own personality I lack

And the tears of my long lost self turns into poems
That I try not write to please them

From now on I'll choose my words wisely
Because I finally understand what they are meant to be.