Jun 3
Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that.
But as time went on we both changed, not for the worse or for the better.
Not agreeing turned into loud voices, irritation. Your voice turned sharp and I turned to see if anyone was whispering.
I feel the need to prove my normalcy, the fear of being outcasted.
All I see are my mistakes, and I fear that I do not have a destiny.
I am one of the ones that fell through thr cracks, the ones you never hear about outside of statistics.
Search for me, you only ever hear from them and never us.
You hear about the struggles from their choiced and how they could never love us, yet we are the problem for never loving them back.