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I am who I am

I am misunderstood and sensitive.
I wonder why people are so quick to judge.
I hear whispers coming from people I barely know.
I see a mistake when I look at the mirror.
I want to stand up and speak out, I am just not sure how.
I a misunderstood and sensitive.

I pretend I do not sob about it all night.
I feel lonely in a crowd full of people.
I need to help myself. I have to get through this.
I worry about my appearance.
I cry when I realize what I have done to myself.
I am misunderstood and sensitive.

I understand I can not change who I am.
I dream that it never happened, like the hurtful words were never said.
I try to forgive and forget.
I hope people will look past my outer shell.
I am misunderstood and sensitive.




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