Unique or strange, which one am I to choose? If I would actually pass away then maybe someone would feel the blues. The cold, the rush the feelings always there. The tears the pain never leaves me wondering where. Where did they go, why have they left? The questions of where did my friends go and why they left always seems to stare. To stare at me right in my face the reflection in the mirror I see it everyday and yet im forced to tell myself that its not me its them, or maybe I really am strange and not just unique as some would say maybe im just a strange little girl who cant find her way. But to the world and for myself i must be brave. So I think im going with unque today.