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Chapter 19 - Hidden pieces of my soul

i wrote poems of love and poems of hate

i laid my soul out in every word

poured my heart out in every sentence

blanked out almost after every word

just to let my mind work

on finding the right ones

i cried over fake friends and lost the real ones

to others , who are like me

finding their ways in life

i broke down my walls for some

and built them higher for others

i lied to cover up the truth and told the truth

to end a lie

on most days i am fighting my demons

and on others i am talking to them and accepting them as my own

i walk alone on most nights , listening to people laugh at something or really don't know what their laughing for

i watch couples walk hand in hand

and think about their future

and i also see them break apart and find

others to share their life with

i read endless quotes of people who

expose their feelings for the world to see

i read pages of many books all of which each author has made me fall in love with writing

listened to a thousand songs , each gripping my soul and playing my heart strings at its own will , making my heart sing its song clearly hoping someone would sing along

i am alone , i don't have many friends nor am in the popular coward

but i am thought about alot

i am hated but don't really care

i don't love anyone but have fallen in love with words that have been written on paper

people think i like them

people think i wanna be where they stand

what people don't know is i couldn't care less

i am Me

i am perfect in my own unique way

and am the master of my own destiny

i don't need people to accept me

neither do i need to accept them

because i am not perfect and so are

they

but i would rather be me than somebody

who is chasing after people who can only

see flaws in you no matter how hard you try to cover them up

i am Me

and you are you

own it , because in a world were flaw is seen as a sin and many people tend to fake everything

you rather be you than try and become a copy

of someone who is imperfect themselves.

~A.