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The Chaos Pen
(Chapter 1)
(Chapter 2)
(Chapter 3)

I look normal, I act normal,
but people judge me differently.

Their words cut through my soul like knives,
But I never let my feelings show.

They make me want to cry an ocean of tears,
But I have no way of eliminating my fear,
of them.
And inside I feel like I am always wrong,
and that I don't
belong anywhere.

I feel like I have nowhere to run,
nowhere to hide.
And still their knives cut through my only sense of humanity,
inside.

And even though others think that the words leave me afterwards,
The still travel with me,
All through time, it's like they live in my soul.

These words make me scream inside,
I beg myself to stop, but I never do.
They don't realize what they have done to me,
until,
they've seen the expression on my face.

They create nicknames and jokes,But yet, they ask me for help with school assignments.
They expect me to be able to take their critisizm,
And they still feel good and
confident
about how they made me feel.

No one understands the real me,
But when I try to help them understand, they
push me away.

To me, there is no point in having friends,
if they don't understand you
or help you out.

I feel misunderstood, but I know I'll have more chances
to express
the real me.