22 July 2012
I swallow in the confusion.
Like I have a choice.
They don't get my style.
They don't get my hair.
They think I can't do it.
They just look at me, a disgusted look on there faces.
I pursed my lips, holding back all of the mean words I want to say to them.
I just think,:
It's my life, they don't control it. I don't have to sink to their level.
I have better things in life to dwell upon of people like them.
Different From Them • Opuss № I