Acceptance Is A MythTrying doesn't count, succeeding isn't real, and acceptance is a myth. I've tried my whole life to be something or someone special. I've tried in every way I know how. I helped my parents when they needed it, I completed all of my homework above everybody's standards, I worked out until I reached a peak physical condition, I loved a women with my entire heart and soul, and I please as many people each day as I can. I try, but trying doesn't count.
Success is measured internally and externally: Internally by each individual and externally by those around you. I never reach my own expectations, ever. My family pushes me past what I am capable of, and unless I'm perfect my friends find reasons to run me into the ground. I'll never succeed. No matter how hard I try, trying doesn't count, especially when I can't be successful.
To be accepted is to be welcomed and loved by those around you. I am as different as a lemon in a bowl of apples, and everybody takes the apples first... They're sweeter. I have never been accepted. Outcast is one of my many nicknames. My family rejects me because they say I'm different. My friends reject me because they say I'm weird. I reject who I am because I want to be accepted. I try to be accepted, but trying doesn't count. I can't succeed at it because succeeding isn't real, and because of that, I'll never be accepted... Because acceptance is a myth.