My past,
I never really fit in a group,
Lived like wild person.
They treated me like scum,
I was no where welcome.
They trew rocks at me,
Called me names.
When I look in the mirror,
I want to destroy it.
I can't accept my outer surface,
It always hunts me.
Other girls look better,
That makes me insecure.
Other girls have everything,
When I have nothing at all.
Maybe that's a reason,
Why I still live alone.
I don't want to live alone,
Living alone feels like slow suicide.
I thought I found my soulmate,
But it became only my best friend.
It hurted me like hell,
But maybe it was meant to be this way.
Maybe I was meant to be a solitairy creature,
Bound to spend a lifetime alone.