Real friends

I've never known what popularity is like, you hate me and judge me, yet know nothing. I'm a weird "emo, slut" I like fashion and have never known intimacy... You like music? as do I what's in a steriotype but a label? It stings with judgement and hate. your words like knifes, with precise skill cutting deep filleting self-estem away in small layers untill there's nothing... Sitting in a corner, I think. about the friends i do have, we're all outcasts, but we accept not judge. I can be me! not a molded barbie robot. I am human, hear me roar, I know why you hurt me, you don't have real friends like I do, you get lashed with words for acting yourself, thats okay, I offer my self to you, At the end of the day I have the support of friends, You'll get there one day, just hold on. If you ever feel like having a friend, come to the weird side, we give no judgments.