Ghost Thoughts

Better Off Alone

I'm better off on my own,
There's still so much I haven't known
So little that I have shown
I don't like sharing,
I'm better off alone...

M.I.A

#pity_party

I'm sorry for the pity party I've been having in these last poems, things have been confusing, and difficult...
But mostly confusing.

But it's making me feel bad.
Here I am, worried about something trivial, like friends and society's bullshit, while people are out there, living in poverty, dying from cancer, and committing suicide...

My life is pretty good:

My dad has a job...

I have siblings that I love and hate at the same time...

I can eat every day...

I can go to school...

I have a house and bed and toys and a phone...

I can play sport, and I'm not too bad at school...

I haven't lost someone close to me...

We're not poor...

Who am I to complain?

But I don't have that many friends...
I struggle forming emotional connections with someone, but I get hurt very easily emotionally.
I'm quiet and shy and people say I'm introverted.
I spend all my free time on sports or reading...
People call me weird,but I kinda like it.
People always say they like me, and I find it hard not to like them back.
I can't hold a grudge.
I can't take anyone serious anymore.
I go from angry to happy in seconds, and vice versa.

Am I bipolar or just plain crazy...?!

I'm always last to be picked for group assignments...

And it hurts...

Can you guess why I chose this name?

~Missing In Action