How long must I live with this?

Going through the pain day by day.

I try to forget, I try to stray.

Yet, it keeps coming back to haunt me.

By day.

By night.

Everywhere.

It's everywhere.

Little gossips

about me

behind my back.

I know, it happens

How can it not happen?

I'm not a normal girl.

I don't live a very normal life.

I don't seem like a usual person you see on the streets.

Of course,

it happens.

Of course,

people are unsatisfied with me.

But I'm not moving.

Why can't I

live life

as I imagine it to be?

Why must I

be restricted

by the norms of society?

There is no boundaries

if you see there to be none.

But yet,

every single time

you use it against me.

You say you love me.

But you never seem to appreciate or love the way I am.

Is that loving me?

I don't want to speak to you.

But yet you always want to speak to me.

Maybe, I'd talk to you more.

If you stopped having so many opinions about me.

If you stopped trying to change who I am.

I want to be

who I am.

If I lived as a person that I am not,

who could you still say that the person you are loving is still

me?






-Yumi.