That's all I ever was.
Someone's leftovers.
The one no one wanted.
Boys revolted when they saw me walking in the hallways.
My own brother thought I was revolting but why?
Why would anyone love me?
If my family can't love me,
Why can anyone else?
Why should I believe that anyone could love me?
It feels like the whole world is playing a joke on me.
"I will always love you."
"You're the only one"
There's reasons on why I don't say "I love you" unless I really mean it.
I've been hurt by the people who are supposed to love you.
"You only date girls because no guy will ever love you."
No I date girls because being with a guy doesn't feel right.
With girl I'm more comfortable but with a guy.
Shouldn't it be comfort and not confined to society?
I'm just damaged goods why should anyone ever love me?
I can cut off relationships faster than a cheetah can run.
Being strong is how I'll get through the rest of my years.
"Be strong and survive." I whisper to myself.