I'm happy.A lot of people haven't seen me cry before.I'm happy.
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They think it's a rare occurrence.
Well, they're right
and they're wrong.
It's not like I'm a crybaby
no, not that I would think.
I don't cry over spilt milk or anything.
But those people I call friends
they do nothing but mock me, day in, day out.
According to them, nothing bothers me.
I'm confident, secure, and emotionally stable according to them.
It's almost funny how wrong they are.
Every time they make fun of my legs,
Or my ankles,
Or my nose,
Or my face
Feelings of rage and depression are locked away.
But there's really only so long my mind can hold back tho