They called me "crazy"
They called me "psychopath"
They called me "attention seeker"
They called me "ungrateful"
They called me "hopeless"
They called me "worthless"
They called me "fake"
So what?
I can be what I want to be!
And I am the only who knows the real me.
Other words,
I am special because I am different.
Let everyone say what they wanna say. They are jealous of us who have broken into pieces but still manage to smile. That is why they continue to torture us. Let them be.
#ivy#
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Unexplainable (I Am Bipolar)
PoetryPoem; Mental Health and Me {Thoughts, Poems, Relationship, Life Lessons} *A seventeen-year-old girl who suffers from mental illness and bullying.
