Belonging - old poem, randomness

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So at my school and the area i go to school in grades 9 and 10 at least gr 9 (all) have to submit this thing for a contest. The contest is called the pluralist. I decided to post what i wrote last year. The subject last year was belonging. I couldn't think of anything back then and it wasn't perfected but i had to hand it in. It could a poem, monologue or a postcard. Mine was kinda a poem i geuss but here it is. Just thought i'd post it.
I looked to Sammy for support but she was useless, no longer a friend of mine.
Many of the girls turned their backs on me, few stayed by my side.
Not many people were around anymore.
I tired to fit, I tried to belong, I want to fit, I want to belong but it's useless now it just causes pain.
Is the cost of acceptance one that I'm willing to pay?
Giving up who I am, who I want to be, if that’s the price I have to pay to belong, I'm not willing to pay.
I could grow my hair long, become anorexic, put on makeup, read the latest teen magazines, gossip, and flirt with all the cute guys and act like it's all normal, but that wouldn't be being true to me.
If the price of belonging is being someone who I'm not I will not pay.
I am who I am and that's who I want to be.