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She's what she is


She is what she is, nothing can change her even if you want to. She tries her best to do things, yet some people don't get satisfied. She tries her best but gets criticized. She wants to fly high but gets dragged down to earth. She wants to cry but thinks others might think of her as a useless trash. She stays in her little corner where she gets happy with things she do but not long when others try to takeaway from her. She's been told they wished she was like others but they don't know she tries her best but they try her patients to test. She wants to shout but her words turned into drought. She wants to feel like the how other kids are treated. They say they love her but sometimes the love comes with taunts and dissatisfaction. When she was small, naive and childish others tried to bully her when she thought of fighting back she became the perpetrator. She was seen by other kids as person who loved to complain about them to others. No one cared what she felt at times she would sit in a classroom alone with no one to talk. Others would try to use her for their own benefits and throw her aside when their work are done. At times she would be treated like she was never there. Sometimes when there is a group work or assignment others would try to avoid her being with them. What is she to them, she's just trying her best to get well with others but at the end she's either no one or someone who cause trouble. She even tried her best to make others like her by all means that at one point she became a joker in her own class thinking others might talk to her. Years went by finally came two people she got close too they helped her and told her be brave we are here. If not for them she might as well be a nobody. She finally found her potential of doing something she didn't know she was good at but the expectations of others chained her and caged her from enhancing. She still tries her best not to make others think she's not a good daughter so she keeps her silence maintained and her potential hidden. Her potential seems useless yet she can't explain because she knows all will turn into nothingness and to no avail. She is what she is, but she is no better for others.

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