August 28
Don't cry out loud
Just keep it inside
Oh, and learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall
Remember you almost had it all...
- Melissa Manchester, Don't Cry Out Loud
Nobody understands.
Nobody understands what it's like to be the quiet, strange girl, sitting in the corner of the classroom apart from the rest of the tightly-knit class, drawing a picture of a depressed girl and writing angsty poems about not fitting in. Watching. Wondering.
I do.
Because I am her.
I'll never be like them. I'll always be the outcast. I'll always be the loser. The freak. The bohemian. It'll always be Them and Me. The Student Body and the Outcast. The Cool and the Uncool. Somebody... and Nobody.
Why do some people have to go through this experience? This pain? While others don't, have a happy, perfect life, lots of friends, popular... I accept the fact that I'll never have a perfect life. I'll never really be happy. It's unlikely that I'll have lots of friends and popular. I can't be popular. "Peach" and "popular" don't fit in the same sentence.
Besides, I have the name of a fruit. What were my parents thinking?
Parents.
I shudder on that word.
Anyways, they'll have a perfect life. I won't.
Is that the way the world turns? How life goes?
Believe me, I will not be looking forward to tomorrow...
Don't cry out loud
Just keep it inside
Oh, and learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall
Remember you almost had it all...
- Melissa Manchester, Don't Cry Out Loud
Nobody understands.
Nobody understands what it's like to be the quiet, strange girl, sitting in the corner of the classroom apart from the rest of the tightly-knit class, drawing a picture of a depressed girl and writing angsty poems about not fitting in. Watching. Wondering.
I do.
Because I am her.
I'll never be like them. I'll always be the outcast. I'll always be the loser. The freak. The bohemian. It'll always be Them and Me. The Student Body and the Outcast. The Cool and the Uncool. Somebody... and Nobody.
Why do some people have to go through this experience? This pain? While others don't, have a happy, perfect life, lots of friends, popular... I accept the fact that I'll never have a perfect life. I'll never really be happy. It's unlikely that I'll have lots of friends and popular. I can't be popular. "Peach" and "popular" don't fit in the same sentence.
Besides, I have the name of a fruit. What were my parents thinking?
Parents.
I shudder on that word.
Anyways, they'll have a perfect life. I won't.
Is that the way the world turns? How life goes?
Believe me, I will not be looking forward to tomorrow...