I hate knowing all the answers on the test, but purposely failing so people won't make fun of me for being a 'nerd'. I hate having to hide the fact that I'm a poet at heart from my best 'friends' because they're jocks and poetry is 'lame' to them. I hate it when my parents feel like they need to scream for me to understand anything. I hate being different. But I can't help that I am.
This is, once again, an adapted piece from my gallery. "Acceptance" ([link]
) is the premiere piece of my gallery and one that I am very proud of. To me, it is the most raw emotion I have ever put into a poem before. And I hope that this adaptation helps those who read it understand that emotion a little better.
I also hope that the veiwers of this piece, both in its original and adapted forms, can find some comfort in the knowledge that they are not the only ones who hurt this way. You are loved <3
The font I used is called "ForbiddenLands"
Background Image: Google Images. Thank you Google <3
I forgot to mention that there's a little easter egg up there in the right hand corner. My first and last names are there, because that's where I would writet them if I were actually in school. The '3rd Period' is the period I have my literature class in, English 12. I'm a highschool senior. The date on there is just the date when I finished creating this adaptation. That's about it. Your welcome <3