She is My Sanctuary

They Don't know who I really am.
They have never met the real me.
Yet they feel they have the right to judge me?
See that girl there? She is the same as me in that respect.
She has openly proved it several times.
So why is it that she floats atop a sea of friends,
Whilst I'm drowning in the lonely undertow?
Why is it always my locker plastered with hateful messages?
Why is it the one time I decide to try and look a little nice,
I am all of a sudden a slut?
Why is all of this hatred pointed towards me?
Pondering the question, I seek my only sanctuary.
Few even know about her, yet she is my cure, my salvation.
Only with her can I be my true self.
She understands me in every way, and I, her.
And in that sanctuary with her I have learned
No one can tell you who you have to be.
No one can harm your pride if you refuse to let them.
No one is worth the pain they have put you through.
It is her that keeps my heart beating.
She is why I want to wake up every morning, instead of merely tolerating the day.
My passion for her is what has kept me alive all this time.
She is so much different from that other girl, who laughs among her 'followers.'
She is so much different...
With her, my sanctuary,
For once I finally feel...
...wanted.