My Self, My Life...

Now,
I'm feeling realy sad, Alone, Without friends.
But it isn't true,
I have them,
But I don't have them with me all the time.
But still,
It doesn't confort me.
There are people that are always joking with me.
But they don't notice,
That they 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 eatch others,
They talk about what happen or what they've done,
But me...
They don't recall that I'm there,
And put me outside,
Even without noticing.
But the fawlt isn't their,
It's mine...I think so...
I'm just not inside of what they think,
They say,...everything.
And that makes me sad .
I some times think that I'm the most sad person of the world.
Sad and stupid.
All I do,
All I say,
It allways sound me like jokes.
But,
The worst thing is,
When I tell why I'm sad or something,
Everyone laughts,
Because they think I'm joking,
Or,
What I've said is stupid.
But I am how I am,
And the people just don't acept me how I am.
I, somtimes,
Wish I could be diferent,
More confident,
More hard,
Not so shy,
Not 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,
Shyness,...
How I wish to be diferent...