Understanding Me
I don't really understand,
why people want to use me,
to get popular, to vent their anger out at me.
I am just a human being,
living in the same world.
Why must people mistreat me,
and misunderstand who I am?
What is so hard to understand,
I am just like you?
Why do I have to live up
my parent's satisfication,
my friends' population?
Why do people call me studious,
while I don't study at all?
Why do my parents call me lazy,
when I do all the chores?
What is there to compare me to,
all those other kids?
Were you even there to see those people,
and to judge me against them?
Were you even there,
to experience what those people do?
The only thing peple see,
is what I am outside.
They don't even want to realize
and understand me.
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