The rose that grew from concrete

[Wild Flower]

Yesterday I had a meltdown. It was over something silly like friends versus true friends, but I figure I now realize how weird I am to some people given that I keep myself lock up inside. I think my image allow people to think I am just like them, but once they know me (trans not related) more, they do not want to hang out with me. At least thats one friend, and another friend who I did not consider a close friend told me I am welcome to his place whenever. I guess hes a true friend, since he accepts me.

I know its something people in their teens go through. I guess it finally happened to me, since I never was invited to parties or what not...

This poem touch my heart too.