Me

I try and I try. But no matter how many friends I make, or how many people I think I can trust, or if everything finally goes right, I'm almost never happy. I know I don't fit in and I'm proud of that. But no one knows what goes on in my head. No one knows what it's like to be me. No one will understand how I think or why I think. No one will ever understand why I act the way I do or how I react because of my past. Never.