You tell yourself you are the same as everyone around you
No one notices a difference between you and other people
No one can pick you out of a crowd just because of what you are
No one can hurt you…
Where do all of these lies come from?
At what point did you just stop trying to change yourself?
And started to pretend that you weren’t what you are
Some would even say that you just stopped caring but,
That’s not the case at all
If only you could stop caring
If only all the angry words,
All the angry glances,
All the angry thoughts
Would just go away
But,
They won’t
And they hurt you more and more
Each and every time you have to listen to them
No one is there to comfort you so,
You find your comfort in the only thing that has always been there
And you eat and eat to fill the emptiness that you feel but,
The emptiness that you feel never goes away
Feeling “full” after all,
Is only a temporary thing
And the “fuller” that you get
The “bigger” you become
And the “bigger” that you become
The more they try and hurt you because you’re different
And the more that you hurt
The more “comfort” that you need
And this long and painful cycle just begins again
How long will you let this go on?
How long will you go before you stop the cycle?
Or will you just let if go on like this?
If you don’t act now,
This so called “comfort” that you find
Will wait till you’re not looking
And stab you in the back