"I"

This post is hugely inspired from the book 'Chicken soup for the teenage soul - 3' and 'Alexei Perry'. Both taught me that writing something like this, and that too about your own self, can actually make you feel better. Actually, this post is all about what i feel....

I'm a sixteen year old, tall & fine, with black hair and black eyes, who often feels quite lonely.
I sometimes question my existence and what I am to the world, a piece of undigested meat which the dinosaurs din't eat??
I often wonder, what the 'so called "Real world" ' is all about.
I do not ask to be understood as I can't even understand myself.
Rather, I ask to be accepted, accepted as I am.
I do not want to be told about the potential i have or what my future holds for me.
I do not want to be told that I'm going nowhere in life just because I'm trying to chill out(ward off all the tension) for some time.
I feel happy when I just laze around.
Though I don't know how to dance or sing, yet I try to anyway.
It really hurts me when someone close to me behaves quite badly.
Sometimes, I even feel lonesome in the crowd.
It makes my heart bleed.
I often cry when I'm alone and laughter echoes in my mind.
I'd love to blabber on about all my feelings but not to someone who does not give a damn.
Please don't try to understand me or judge me too quickly.
I am told to be different and not to be myself....