I cant be perfect but I still try and I try to be nice but I know I cant be and I try to be sane but how can I be when I’m surrounded by all of the same people. I’m surrounded by the same person. Just a bunch of the same person. The same person who smiles and whispers behind my back. The same person who doesn’t care when I tell them how I feel. The same person who looks at me when I wear something different. The same person who cheats on me when I’m away. The same person who leaves when I don’t feel good. The same person who sees me as clothing. The same person who doesn’t see past me. The same person who is blind and deaf but is still accepted and liked and wanted by the others who are really the same person. The same person whom I hate. And I am that person.