This Is Just Me

Look at that girl.
The girl over there in all that black.
She's stronger than you could ever imagine.
She's always gotten bullied, yet she let it roll off her back.
She has been abandoned by those she thought she loved, and she just brushed it off.
People call her names.
Fat.
Ugly.
Retarded.
And she just agrees with them.
She has nowhere to go, and no one to talk to.
She's all alone.
But she passes through the day with a fake smile plastered on her face, and bouts of fake laughter escaping her mouth.
She's not fake, though.
You see, she's actually quite strong.
She refuses to let anyone see her pain, and misery.
Her heartache and sorrow.
She bottles it all up until she can't hold it in anymore.
Sometimes she explodes and cusses everyone within distance out.
Sometimes she cries.
Most of the time she cuts.
Arms.
Legs.
Stomach.
So deep stitches are needed.
To the mental ward she goes!
She made friends, for once in her miserable life.
Friends who completely understood where she was coming from.
Because they had been there too.
She finally felt accepted.
She felt as if this was where she belonged.
This was her home now.
But of course all good things must come to an end eventually.
She had to go home, even though she wasn't ready.
She thought of returning.
She begged and pleaded...
But when time came to leave, she refused to go.
Now she wants to return, but doesn't know how to ask.
So she'll just keep quiet.
She'll keep her feelings bottled.
And she'll hope...
And pray...
And wish...
That she doesn't explode.
This girl...

Is me.