Me.

I don't know how to make a poem happy.
Guess I'll try and make this snappy.
No matter how this goes.
The heartbreak shows.

Broken remains of someone so strong.
A lot of people haven't seen that girl in so long.
Used to hold my head up so high.
Broken down by so many lies.

I don't feel welcome anymore.
What am I still around for?
Wish I could leave and never come back.
That's one skill I know I lack.

I've never been good with saying good-bye.
Normally hold it all inside.
I just want to feel wanted.
That happiness, I think I lost it.

Poetry has to have meaning.
Or else, no one is believing.
Sadness covers a lot of my life.
I just cut it out with a sharp twisted knife.

I don't want you to see.
Everything inside makes up me.
I don't want people to get too close.
They're the ones that go away the most.

Don't try to get inside my mind.
I'm pretty sure you won't like what you find.
It's all a big mess.
You know, that feeling of a tightening chest?

So much pain.
Nothing left to gain.
I no longer know what anything is.
Take a shot, I know you will miss.

I wish everyone would admit they hate me.
Open up and let me see.
Don't hide behind lies.
No matter what, I know you won't listen to these cries.

I don't want to waste anymore of your time.
I'll go away and see what I can find.
Work my hardest to get your approval.
You'll be waiting until after my funeral.

I don't need your acceptance.
There are other people willing to give me a chance.
This is me.
I'm going to be who I want to be.