Things that bother me...

No one reads properly A book that they haven't even read And they start gossiping about it Like with complete confidence. And then ... Peoples are fools And that bothers me a little bit  Not that the one thing I guess What upsets me is it's That I barely know what to say half of the time Outside of this, Outside is this work They have to be around  or pretend something Be anything than themselves. And I feel like walking around trying on a hundred diff versions of myself. The things I do to be myself Just not working If you see me, talk to me It doesn't seem like that From the outside And then I think about school, clg I think I can't connect this life I can't grow with this  version of myself It doesn't fit in the space of today's world Or  with peoples The question is no one knows about it Like what happened on the train, School, etc These things are also reasons for my mental health But I know if I tell them They automatically reached a conclusion, That I'm crazy for someone And in illusion or dreaming about her That I'm in this situation due to being left by someone But the reasons Fuck it Nobody cares Even my close ones too ........ Rats do sort of but I'm sure She also has that thoughts about me. I mean maybe they know but I never told them And maybe I would be embarrassed if they found out. That's why I try to remove that strings I still lingered on with May be next day, next month, next year, I come back again like before I was Maybe the next person understands me Maybe the next life will be a better one This life is going like a royal rumble I wanna tap out of this life. So I will keep writing these things Because I knw there are so many like me may be, I just bleed on the sheets For you For myself... I'm fine... Yes in some ways