I'm not

Who you think I am.

I am

What my past made me.

People don't always

Fit the stereotypes

You push

Them into.

I can't do everything.

Would you rather me

Be goth,

Or emo?

Anorexic,

Or bulimic?

A cutter,

Or an attention whore?

Or would you rather I be all?

I am just a lowlife freak wanting people to talk about me.

I mean, that simply must be why I have so many scars.

Ever think about someone

Other than yourself?

I have a story too.

I've been hurt.

By others,

By myself.

Physically,

Emotionally.

I'm not

Who you think I am.

I am still

Creating myself,

Finding myself.

I'd let you help me,

If you would let yourself.