I learned

Be Kind. Work hard. Help people.

They said that would be enough.

So I walked through the halls. 

I practiced what they preached.

But why did no one talk to me?

Why was I so alone?

I was nice,

So shouldn't they want to be my friends?

There must be something wrong, I decided.

Maybe I'm just too strange.

I guess I annoy them, I thought.

Maybe, I should just stop talking.

They can't judge me that way.

I got used to walking by myself, 

And I was scared when I had to speak.

I just wanted them to like me!

Was that really too much to ask?

I'm fine, I decided.

I do better alone.

Maybe I don't want them for friends, I thought.

But they don't seem to want me either.

What am I doing wrong?

Be kind. Work hard. Help people.

That is what I did.

Form to the mold. Don't let them in.

Be yourself, but not too much.

That is also what I did.

But here is what I have learned:

Be yourself. Accept others. Embrace strange.

It all makes sense now!

The real me, the happy me,

Isn't that what they really want to see?

As it turns out, yes.