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

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