Behind these blue eyes,
Behind these goofy smiles,
Behind the silly emoticons,
Behind the stupid pictures everyone seems to like,
There is despair.
There is a ton of tears,
There is sadness,
There is no joy to be found.
And at the bottom of my soul,
there is a broken heart.
Smashed into pieces time after time.
Never to be healed.
I may be annoying.
I may be a bitch.
I may not be perfect.
I may not be what you had hoped for.
I may be your friend.
I may be your best friend.
I may be someone you dislike.
I may be your enemy.
I may be your bully.
I may be your victim.
I may be as you wanted.
The only thing I am not is weak.
I am not to be munipulated.
I am not to be bullied.
I am not to be someone you can push around.
I am not to be your bitch.
I am me.
So here's to you.
Heres to you, nerds of the classroom.
Here's to you, misunderstood artists.
Here's to you, victims of stress.
Here's to you, fat girl who is the target of the 'popular' girls.
Heres to you, short kid, often called a midget.
Here's to you, roleplay geek having fun with friends after school.
Heres to you, tomboys whom get called gay.
Here's to all of you sufferers, keep doing what your doing.
Stay strong, jump the hurdles that stand in your way.
Don't let anything get to you, no matter what the difficulty.
Don't be like me.