People say be yourself,
Be who you are
And you shall be liked.
Well how can one be
Who they are
Because when they become
Who they are
All society does is
Shun them down
Hate on them
And
Turn their smiles to frowns
Well how can a person be
Who they want to be
When society doesn't like
The type of person they actually are
They try to become like those who are
Liked by society
Those who hide behind their
Locks of hair
And keep their thin lips
Absolutely shut
Those who have lost their voices
And haven't spoken in ages.
These wondrous
Flamboyant
And eccentric people
Are lost now
All because they were
Not accepted for who they were.
To be honest they still aren't
Even though it doesn't seem that way.
They have this deep gut feeling at the pit of their very stomach
That those beside them
Only like them
Because they're kind and nice
They feel that people actually
Find them annoying
Stupid
And beyond irritating
But are too nice to say a word
No matter how much they deny it,
These select few always have that feeling
The feeling of longing acceptance
But not gaining any.
Truth be told,
I know exactly how they feel,
For they are me
And I am them.
Yes folks
Ladies and gentlemen
This tale you just heard
It about this girl,
Right here.
Me.
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So this is based of a true story. My story. I go through this everyday no big deal...
People don't understand me. I laugh, act stupid and try to make people happier around me even if it is at my cost.
I just didn't realise that all of that made me annoying. I've tried to hard to fit into society. I'm just gonna give up now. It's pointless and absolutely no use.
People wouldn't see me for who I am cause apparently me being me is annoying.

Anyways this is for a poetry slam.
Hope you like this :')