I hate when people don't understand me, I hate when I have to mould myself like them, I hate when I'm the one to care but not the one to be cared. I hate when they criticize just because they can't be like me. I hate when they act something and want something. I hate when they love me but they don't love me. This make me think why am I different from others. And then I remember my friend’s statement, that you don’t belong here, said in a nagging manner.
But being me, an optimist, yeah f*** that, I don’t belong here. I can’t fake a smile. I can’t see someone’s trouble even if it's a stranger. I can care for myself. I am not for others, I am here for being ‘Me’. I believe in forgetting past, and being less concerned about future. Many people say, some chapters are better not opened, but I say, why to write those, a book is not to write but also to be opened. Few people say they follow and some people want to show off but not follow.
Now some people will say “Huh, show off". I don't care, because dogs bark while the caravan goes on.
Yeah I am sarcastic, Straightforward, Cool Dude, trying to find where I belong.
So this somewhat what I am, only a quarter part, and this gave me my title “Somewhere I Belong”
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