The Unknown Story of My Side
I have gone through many sufferings of,
false words that were put into my mouth,
friends that hoped I would not succeed,
trusted ones who poke at my insecurities,
& buddies that no longer took interest in me.
Despite all of the pillow stained tears, I
stayed strong throughout false accusations,
held my tongues against the fake friends,
stayed the bigger person to the frenemy,
& became dependent on my own company.
Despite my past miserable experiences
and unfavorable obstacles I took on alone,
her comment had left me lost for words.
"She wouldn't understand," She said like
the cold gust of Minnesota winter wind.
She was wrong, I was not ignorant at all.
Everyone else was just unknowledgeable of
me, my occurrences, & my side of the story.
Nobody was willing to listen, nobody cared.
Only I, know the unknown story of my side.
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