ME
Scared in a world with a variety of people, the rejects, the nerds and quiet people .
With the people who belong on stages and are natural leaders , those who belong at the steaple.
Here i am scared and self awar, trying to fit in , and find the right friends which is exstremly rare.
Though I never I really think like this , in my sub- conscious these thoughts reside.
As i walk through the valley of the shadows of death my thoughts and self esteem hide.
Its hard to getting back on track, on to the path of positive perception.
Positivity is what keeps the mind going, it keeps us encouraged and happy.
People need this to survive not just for themselves but for there unceartain sanity .
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