A Piece of Me

Less than half the people in my life truly know even a part of me, the rest can barely even spell my name right. I've gone to two schools in my entire lifetime- Ramey and SSBS. I've met hundreds of people, said thousands of words, breathed millions of breaths and blinked billions of times, I've been called a trillion names, been told a zillion lies, but never in my life have I met someone that's truly taken the time to know me, taken the time to understand me. Not that I'm complaining, of course- I never really thought I cared, but these are the same people who stand up straight and tall, make up tales about me, feel scared of me, because maybe I'm to aggressive, because maybe I care too much about little things, like where they came from and what their full name is. Scared because I'm not afraid to show the world what I think deep inside, wether I think black or blue are better or if somebody should die, not that I do of course. Now don't get me wrong, I used to be afraid to even look people in the eye, I used to cry myself to sleep- down to every single night, and people ask why I changed? How I changed? Honestly it's easy, I became tired. Tired of hearing people judge me when they didn't even know me, tired of the stabbing pain that I carried with a burden. I changed because I too wanted to laugh at silly things and cry when I was hurt, but have fun and enjoy with those who love me. I changed when I finally accepted myself, when I truly embraced myself. Never have I regretted anything I've done, except maybe not standing up for myself earlier on.

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