I Am II

Who am I? That's what they ask. All I want to reply is "The Broken One", "The Ugly One, "The one who doesn't Fit."
The one who can't stand the world in which she lives. The one who needs to cry, but can't find the tears. The girl who fakes all smiles.
The one who needs to get away. The one who is outcasted because of what and who she is. Long since forgotten. She who can't do anything to save her own life.  
The one who gets judged for how she looks. "That girl with the weird hair." "The black clothes", "The long sleeves."
So deeply wounded, she's numb. The one who knows she's worthless. Useless.
Incapable of feeling anything but pain. She just wants one good day.  
The one who needs to take out her anger, but is too scared.
That one girl who is and always will be nothing- to anyone- ever.  
But I just smile, all happy and gay. "I'm me." Is all I can say.