I just have to

smile

through the haze

of fear and uncertinty;

just cope with the

knowledge

that I don't belong

in this place I should call

home.

I just have to

accept

that these people around me

aren't really my family-

friends hold that place,

fill that voice in my

life.

No matter how much I

struggle

to be happy here,

I can't.

I fail

at being the person my

parents

want me to be,

and as long as I keep

trying,

I will never be

happy.

So I have my

friends,

my true family,

to keep me sane

and help me

smile

through the haze

or rejection.