Rock

I am not a person

Who gets lost easily.

I don't adapt.

I force my environment

To adapt to ME.

My personality

Is not malleable.

I am a rock

Crashing into water.

I sink

And sink

And sink

In new situations

Like I'm drowning

But I never reform

Into something that could float

I never give in

I never give up

I never know when to quit

And eventually

My environment

Stops trying to make my life miserable

And accepts

Reluctantly

That I cannot be changed

By anyone.

The problem is

I met someone

Several years ago

Who changed me like heck

And I couldn't control it

So I let them.

They didn't mean to

But they did.

They're not in my circle anymore.

Maybe that means they never were.

But now

I am a solid rock

Forever.

No one messes with a rock.

No one should.

They know better.

This year

However

I was put

In an impossible situation

With people I don't understand

At all

And who I try and try and try

To see eye-to-eye with

But it never works

They never meet me halfway.

They hate me

For no reason at all.

I try

So freaking hard

To understand them

Their perspective

Like a writer should

But they just keep snapping at me

For no reason.

I didn't do anything to them.

I won't adapt to them.

They need to adapt to me.

But they won't.

They are stubborn

And annoying

And mean

And horrible

And I 

Don't

Get

It.

It feels like

The rock that is me

Has found other rocks

And none of us

Are willing 

To take that step

To survive.

I will sink and sink and sink

If it kills me

Just to prove

That I sunk further than they did.

I will never

Ever

Let

Them

Win.

 

QueenBee

VT

13 years old

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