I totally understand why so many people don’t like me now.
I know it’s cliche to want to be normal, because it can’t really be defined.
I really want to be normal though.
I guess all I really wanted this whole time was acceptance.
Because I’m constantly forgotten, by loved ones, by old friends.
My mistakes are deemed unforgivable.
No one knows what it’s like to be consciously aware of so many souls that couldn’t hate you more.
It’s like constantly walking around with a dagger in my heart.
I’m never good enough.
I’ll always be that girl who needs to go back home.
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