My Self, My Life...

Now,
I'm feeling realy bad,
Alone,
Without friends.
But it isn't true,
I have them,
I just don't have them with me all the time.
But, still...
It doesn't confort me.
There are people that are always jokingwith me.
But they don't notice,
That are hurting me,
hurting my heart,
And my soul.
All of this,
Make me hate my self,
More and more,
Day after day.
But no one cares.
They play with each other,
They talk about what hapen or,
What they've done,
But me...
They don't recall that I'm there,
And put me outside,
Even without noticing.
But the fault isn't of them,
It's mine...I think so...
I'm just not inside
Of what they think,
They say...everything.
And that makes me sad.
I sometimes think that I'm the most sad person of tha world.
Sad and stupid.
All I do,
All I say,
It always sound me like jokes.
But,
the worst thing is
When I tell why I'm sad or sometyhing
Everyone laughts,
Because they think I'm joking,
Or,
What I've saidis stupid.
But I am how I am,
And the people just don't acept me how I am.
I sometimes,
Wish I could be diferent,
More confident,
More hard,...
Not so shy,
Sot so sad,....
Be diferent,
Be a social person,
With a lot of happiness and smiles to share.
But the only thing I have to share is,
Sadness,
Shy,...
How I wish to be diferent...