Diary Entry 3
I am an outcast
I tend to attract negativity
Stares are usually the greeting I get
Sometimes I am not even acknowledged
I dont know why
But what I do know is that I am beautiful
I dont need eyes looking at me to know that
I know that I am happy and have a genuine smile
I am glad that I have real friends instead of fakes ones
And I take pride in not depending on others
This poem is about:
Me