The Real Truth

I get thrown around,

Played, Bullied, and Rejected.

I get sick of it, but I really hardly mind.

At home it's worse...

Hit, yelled, sowrn at, screamed, ect.

The soft tears roll down my face as I hide the pain

Everywhere I go.

The real truth is I just want a friend.

Who's always there for me...

Likes me for me and accepts me exactly for me.

The real truth is

I honestly love my best friend...

I want one a guy, and one a girl.

My only best friend is a girl... Whom's no different from me.

I don't get how's she more accepted and

Welcomed... With open arms everywhere.

I use to have a best friend...

Whom in which was a guy, but he betrayed me

Bullied me, Lied, and made me feel worthless...

He knew I liked him more than a friend, and he accpeted that

Until he fell for another girl - who has

No interest at all.

The real truth is

I never really had secrets,

But now I'm having second thoughts...

Because of you and everyone else wanting to destroy me.

The real truth is...

You never know if this is the truth or not

 

Author's Note

Truth or Not? What do you think??