Not a Follower
By CassieJoeB
Everyone around me makes it hard To deal with the pressures of life It looks so easy for them, They live without any strife They all think its so weird, Everyone looks at me strange They say, whats wrong with her, And whisper my name, Think im crazy for hating the world, Think I must be stupid if I want to die But I see life for what it is, And the reality makes me cry. They watch me as a walk past, Like the joke that they make me to be, I have reasons to hate and to die, Its just something they cant see. Now they all think its cool, To talk about suicide, To say to friends look at me, Last night with a knife I tried. All I want is attention, And suddenly im not real, I do it cuz they all do, I don’t do it because of what I feel, And im just a follower But only I know Im Not A Followerwritten: that day Written January 1st, 2002 © on May 10 2001 01:40 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Everyone around me makes it hard..."