I'm sixteen year old girl with moss colored hair,sparkles and funny clothes,who feels lonely sometimes. I do not ask to be understood because I can't even understand myself . I ask to be accepted , I ask to be accepted as I am. I do not want to be told what potential I have, or what my future holds. I do not want to be told that I'm going nowhere in life because I skipped the math test. I question my existence, my meaning. I question what the "real world " is ,and why I'm not there. I feel happy with no shoes on. I feel lonesome in a crowded room. Sometimes my heart bleeds and I cry Laughter echoes in my mind . I am told to be different, to be myself. But then I'm told what to wear and how to act. I like to write and rumors hurt. Please don't try to understand me,nor judge me too quickly. My name doesn't matter, My heart is open.