Why do people not understand other's way of functioning? In a world of carbon copies, doing the same thing everyday, I'm different; alone. I can never do right by them. I'll never be enough. I'm the 1 in 100 that can never fit in. That can never do right. Perhaps that's what society is now. A world of broken dreams and heartbreak. The blade is shinning, but my mind is screaming the promises I made. Would it be wrong to break them? Even though I tried so hard? Not like it'd change anything. It'd be another mistake of mine. I want to give up, but I can't. Not today, I promised. Maybe never, but the world is a cruel place.
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What Makes You Think I'm So Special?
PoetryNot a story. How can someone you love and care for think so Negative towards themselves and Envy you when you are two sides of the same coin? Just some views of mine. Don't like, don't read.
