• Here I go writing again, not because I want to, but because of them. They hurt me again, but I hid it away, so they won't know, I'm in great pain.

    On the outside, they think I'm happy, but they don't know what I hide behind these smiles I make, they don't know, they were always fake.

    They look at me, like I'm nothing at all, I just wished they knew what it feels like, to feel all alone, I wished they knew what it feels like, to always be wrong.

    I act so brave to try and shoo them away, but it never worked, they always came.

    I try to hide the little girl that's crying, so they won't take advantage of me, but she somehow comes out, she makes me remember, this is who I am, but I sometimes wished, I was someone else.

    If you saw me, you'd immediately think, I'm the easiest, and you'll walk all over me. Everytime I make a friend, they turn out fake and hurt me again.

    I have only one friend who will be there for me, until the end. She makes me laugh, she makes me sing, she makes me forget the things they say to me.

    She's the only one to make me smile, and a true one at that, she makes me happy, when I'm sad.

    I tell her everything, good and bad, she helped me out, and never ran. She understands how I feel, because she felt that way too, but what if she moves, or what if she dies?

    I'll probably committ suicide. She's the reason I stay alive, without her, I would surely die.

    This is a poem, written by me, and an oath to everyone, Just Like Me.