I’m trying to be what everyone wants me to be but all they see is an act. I’m not happy. I don’t like who they want me to be. But I fake a smile for your happiness. Do you care if I’m not happy? Do you even think about what would make me happy? The only way I feel better is through my work. My poems and stories my family thinks are dumb and a waste of time. The only way I can deal is by...

What am I? I'm weird. I love it.So everyone’s different, and were all put under different titles, But do the titles really fit us? I tend to notice that when you hang out with a certain group people treat you differently. If your like me and just hang with everyone your not really considered anything, until you show which group your care for more. People make fun of others for not going with the...