Not really a poem, but it could be. It won't rhyme.
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Sometimes I forget that most people aren't like me.
I'm an introvert, an observer.
I watch you all, but I tend to forget that you aren't watching me back.
That's why I don't understand why no one can help me.
But I've realized that no one thinks the way I do, no one really gets it.
They don't feel the same sort of pain.
The loneliness.
The emptiness.
The kind that is deep within and never goes away.
That's why I get frustrated when people don't care or don't help the way I think they should.
I forget we don't all work the same, we think differently.
We are all equal, yet we think otherwise.
We all have something to say, yet we choose wether or not to say it.
The choice is ours, and with that comes our character and well being.
So as I soak up the details of everything around me, you are trying your best to fit in.
To fit into this society we call life.
But what is life without happiness?
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Compliment of the day: You're unique.
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_Kenzie-chan_
