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Who Am I?
I am the girl wanting to fit in,
Who doesn't want to be bullied everyday she goes to school.
The girl others call weird for no reason,
The girl people speak to as if she is retarded.
I am the girl with few friends,
Because I have been betrayed by others,
So therefore doesn't want to risk being betrayed and hurt again.
They called me names I now ignore,
But still try to steal my things to get a reaction from me,
I can't take it so I go to the one place I know I'm safe from them.
When school ends they follow me back,
Making me paranoid.
I know I cannot run,
So I stop in place until they walk in front of me.
I am the girl who likes strange things,
The things being the only thing to get me through the day.
Yet these things most people don't know.
When I get home and am asked how school was,
I shrug and just say ok.
I go to the computer for hours writing to get away from life.
When I finally get off and go to bed,
The voices in my head never stop,
Telling me how worthless and useless I am.
Some may called me, depressed or psycho or whatever,
But in all honesty if they tried to get to know me they'd see.
I am not a retard, yes I have Aspergers but that doesn't make me a freak, idiot or whatever.
I'm actually not bad, they see violence that is there from years of bullying.
The teachers back then never helped,
And I am mentally scarred from it.
Who am I?
I am who I am, and nobody can change that.
I am the girl wanting to fit in,
Who doesn't want to be bullied everyday she goes to school.
The girl others call weird for no reason,
The girl people speak to as if she is retarded.
I am the girl with few friends,
Because I have been betrayed by others,
So therefore doesn't want to risk being betrayed and hurt again.
They called me names I now ignore,
But still try to steal my things to get a reaction from me,
I can't take it so I go to the one place I know I'm safe from them.
When school ends they follow me back,
Making me paranoid.
I know I cannot run,
So I stop in place until they walk in front of me.
I am the girl who likes strange things,
The things being the only thing to get me through the day.
Yet these things most people don't know.
When I get home and am asked how school was,
I shrug and just say ok.
I go to the computer for hours writing to get away from life.
When I finally get off and go to bed,
The voices in my head never stop,
Telling me how worthless and useless I am.
Some may called me, depressed or psycho or whatever,
But in all honesty if they tried to get to know me they'd see.
I am not a retard, yes I have Aspergers but that doesn't make me a freak, idiot or whatever.
I'm actually not bad, they see violence that is there from years of bullying.
The teachers back then never helped,
And I am mentally scarred from it.
Who am I?
I am who I am, and nobody can change that.
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{[(Author's note for the readers: The pages are linked as "Next" and "Previous" in the comments. There is more than one section! No need to dig through my thousands of deviations to find where the pieces are!)]}
Scootaloo's Diary is a leather-bound "Forever Pages" enchanted diary with her name hoofwritten in smudged permanent ink. It is hoofwritten by what looks to be a fairly young pony. The edges of the pages are all warped as if it has been dropped in a puddle or left out in the rain. Various pages appear to have things tucked within.
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Just a little something I wrote, I didn't know what to put it in so I picked poetry.
All of this is true and happened to me from year 6-11 so from age 11 to 16.
All of this is true and happened to me from year 6-11 so from age 11 to 16.
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