This is not an ordinary poem, because this one

  doesn’t have a name so I can write whatever

  I want yet, i know what to write about and what not

  to write.

  Let's see what should we do in this poem,

  Or yet this comment or what should I call this,

  This is, not exactly a poem, or a short story...

  It's more like ending a message to me.

  Telling, no warning me about the life I have to lead.

  Let's see, you know how people tell you to be yourself yet, they

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  judge every little thing you do that makes you U, yet they act as if

  you were rude to them, not the other way around.

  I have had to close off my likes, so that I won’t get hurt, by

  everyone's rejections, yet I am still hurt, by their rejections.

  So i still lose small bits and pieces of mr to please others,

  No news there darling. I have done that since i started to go to school.

  This is only part 1 part 2 and the rest will be kind in the middle

  of every 10th poem. cause i want to let you know that i am doing

  Fine so far, i think. If not then live life like before.