Poetic Daughter Biography

I never was popular and I most likely never will be. I have never been loved by many people who I don't know and I never will be. I have never been told by someone I don't know that I was important. I have never been told by someone I don't know that I was stronger than I think I am. I have rarely had someone look me in the eyes and tell me the truth when I ask them a question. I have never heard someone say that I have a voice. I have rarely heard someone tell me that what I say matters. I have rarely had someone tell me I could make a difference in the world. Though some of these things are words most people want to hear I don't need to hear because I already know the truth about myself. I Know I am not popular but I would rather have a few very close friends who support me instead of having multiple people who will leave me and turn their backs on me. I Know I am not loved by many people because I don't need to be. I would rather have people who really love me than people who don't love me for who I am but for who they want me to be. I Know that I am important and that I matter. I Know I am strong and I Know I am brave. I don't need someone to look me in the eyes and tell me the truth because I already know the truth. I Know I have a voice and that I can use it however I want. I Know that I can make a difference in the world. It might not be a big one and it might not land in a history book but it will land in someone's life. I know who I am. I Know what I want for myself and I Know what I want for the people I love around me. I Know I can stand up for what I Know and think is right. I KNOW MYSELF AND WILL NOT LET ANYONE TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME EVER! ! !
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You make me wear a dress causing me to feel so distressed.
You want me to look like a female but I do not. When I say I'm not a male either you look so distraught.
I am Non-binary my pronouns are they/them. I am not masculine I am not femme.
I am Non-binary and I am proud. I am Non-binary and I will shout it out loud.
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I have a monster inside of me that I despise because it forces me to believe all of these lies. It makes me feel like I am not wanted and because of that every day I feel like I am being haunted. This monster makes me think I am worthless and if something bad ever happens to me I deserved it. My monster slowly kills me every day but I lie and tell everyone 'I am okay'. I hate my monster that makes me think all people are evil the way this monster hurts me should be illegal. Every day I try to tell myself I am okay and try to break out of my shell but every time I do my monster traps me in a small cell. I wish I knew how to beat it, how to break it down and defeat it. I wish I knew how to help myself but all I ever end up doing is mess up and break myself. I hate my monster who never stops with its aggression. I hate my monster whose name is Depression.
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The meaning of misfit is someone who is pushed out of a group of people simply because they are different. Some people who are labeled as misfits might think something is wrong with them. Nothing is wrong with them, something is wrong with the people who discarded them like trash. Little did they know that these people are different, beautiful, strong, and brave. They are brave because they are not scared to be their weird unique selves. They are strong because most Beautiful Misfits are talked about but they continue to be their beautiful selves. Beautiful Misfits are not afraid to speak up for themselves. Beautiful Misfits will stand up for their friends and family. Beautiful Misfits will always stay true to themselves no matter what anyone says they don't change. They are often misunderstood and told they 'always look depressed' or 'you should smile more' or 'where did that smiling little kid go' those types of comments are what happened to us. When we are told these comments it makes us feel like a black sheep as if no one wants us. When really there are many other people who feel the exact same all they need is another Beautiful Misfit to help them realize they are wanted. Other Beautiful Misfits tend to find each other and when they do they become stronger and once they group together they are unstoppable. They look after each other and they love each other like a family. To all people who discarded these Beautiful Misfits missed the best person, they could ever meet. And I should know because I am a Beautiful Misfit.
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Where did you do when I needed you the most? Why did you leave me when I was hurting and felt like a ghost. Why did you leave and where did you go? Sadly that is something I will never know. When I truly need you you are never there. It really seems like you don't even care. It hurts to see you go but it hurts, even more, to see you stay cause I know right once I get you back you will go away. I don't want you to leave me but you keep on deceiving me. Since you keep leaving I now have a side people will rarely see. I love to have you but you always leave way too soon. Whenever you leave me I break down and cry in my bedroom. Oh happiness where did you go? Oh, happiness I miss you so.
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