Friendless

Williamsburg

“Haha look at him he looks friendless” said the stranger that I have met before. It was something similar to that. It’s been around a year since that but I still think about it to this day. People say sticks and stone can break my bones but words will never hurt me. But words hurt so much. It’s like getting stabbed over and over again screaming in agony but every time you try to get back up they hit harder than before. I just want to cry but I’m standing in front of the entire grade. No one was standing next to me but it was only because they were in different groups. Two girls come up to me and say that was so rude of them just ignore it we’re your friends. I know they are saying this in hopes of making me feel better but I feel worse. I’m the type of person to make constant fun of myself that’s basically half my personality. I try to not to let words get to me but they always do. It’s not like I can cry myself to sleep that night there are people in the same room as me. Don’t let the people know your weaknesses or they will come for you. They will drag you and toss you around like a doll. But I’m porcelain and I crack to easy. These words hurt so bad. I can never show I’m mad. Can’t cry in front of others. Sew on a smile so others won’t look down at me. This is who I have to be.