Don't sugarcoat it.
I know I'm crazy.
The people at school watch me, look at me with eyes of judgement and mockery.
Teachers don't say much but they know it too
I'm okay with being this way.
Sometimes, if I'm distracted enough,
It'll all go away.
It doesn't bother me knowing that I'm strange or different.

These things are supposed to be insults no?
Not to me.
They're welcoming compliments
Letting me know that I'm unique.
I'm not another bland copy of what our world produces today.
I'm kinda not afraid to show who I really am.
They're not ready though.
To see who i truly am.

I'm Blue Lorraine Sutton.
I like writing, backing vocals, playing instruments, painting, jogging, listening to music.
Maybe I'm Emo. Maybe not.
I'm adopted.
I got a lot of problems.
I wear my faces well.
One for home one for school.
Both a living hell.
Short.
Fat.
Ugly.
Introvert.
Weird.

Tears stream down my face as I write this.
It's all out of order.
It doesn't make sense.
I don't make sense.

I try to be poetic but the words,
Words can only say so much.
Some words just don't fit together,
Or they can't express the writers thoughts enough to actually make sense.

I dunno what I'm doing here.
Maybe I'm just here for a desperate need of attention.
Or maybe for someone to tell me I'm not alone.
But, maybe there's someone out there that knows what I'm going through.

Uh. I'm sorry you had to read this. Maybe I should just leave it in drafts.