Fitting In
Each day is hell,
I'm always alone,
With no friends,
To talk to,
Or be there for me.
Instead I get hell,
picked on,
Called Different,
Weird,
Stupid,
Or worthless.
Thats all I am,
But I think i'm not.
I Think I'm cool,
a good friend,
A dreamer,
A writer,
And a very good one.
I may not have friends,
in reality,
But I always have friends,
In my Imagination,
they are always there for me,
No matter what.
Now I'm not alone,
And Hell is more like heaven,
Because now,
i have friends,
In both my worlds.
I now have friends,
At school,
At church,
And even online.
Instead of being an outcast,
And being unpopular,
I'm Wanted,
I'm popular,
And People like me for me,
i finally am FITTING IN.
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