Corner. That's where I was, as the light softly gleams my hair and my hand grasps the end of my jacket awkwardly.
Carefree. That's how everyone else felt as they continued their standard conversation. Then there was me....isolated,alone. I could actually think of a lot more words, but they all seemed similar for how I felt at that exact moment , I still do actually.
Different. That is what my family calls me ,as if they were my real family.
Special, my teacher calls me that due to my lack of speaking in class..or anywhere.
Freak, I am always called that, pratically anywhere.
Beautiful. He called me that last year, and it was the only time someone called me that.
Lied. He did that.
Shattered. He did that to my heart. I can still feel the pieces re-attaching together slowly..until it comes to a Stop when I see him with her. Why must she be so...what's the word..better?
Always better than me, everyone is. I guess his motto is: "New Year, New Girl."
Changing. Why is everyone doing that now? It's tragic since sadly I'm still the same weirdo.
Except..I don't know who I really am. Who I was meant to be, who I want to be.
I guess that will remain only one word. UNKNOWN.
Love,
A
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