I stand out. I'm different then the people around me. I am a good girl who care about everyone else but I hate myself. People don't always understand why I'm so good to others. I try to keep myself in line by caring for others and being myself. People can only see the surface of my life. Not only are they missing my scars and pain. But, they also misunderstand the way I am. To me, being mean to anyone isn't living a good life. I find joy in being true to myself and being nice to everyone. I might not have the best clothes, or I might not be the prettiest girl. But I do know I'm an individual. I don't follow the crowd or popular choices. I stand out.