Over dramatic

All through this year, I felt awkward and out of place,
All my friends seemed so close, and I always felt left out,
I always knew I didnt fit in with them,
I was never the type of girl they were,

I was the bad one,
I took risks and played dangerous games of chance,
I never regarded what others thought,
I was loud and I spoke my mind,

I could always feel them frowning upon me behind my back,
I was too risky to be around,
They could never tarnish their spotless reputation,
I was unsafe to them,

They were perfect,
They would never do anything that even sounded like a risk,
The would always play it on the safe side,
I hated it,

When I would tell them about the things Ive done,
I could feel them cringe in front of me,
They never understood the thrill I got from the adrenaline rush,
I guess they could never understand,

I was addicted to the rush I got whenever I would take a chance,
Playing dangerous games that could have very serious consequences,
I was a rebel,
And I was their taboo,

They would always tell me what a danger I was to be seen with,
I would tell them to leave if they didnt like the way I lived,
They never did, I guess they were better friends than I thought,
Eventually I started to settle down and live their way,

They turned me into what I am now,
And As I look back upon the way I used to live,
I start to realize maybe it wasnt as bad as I imagined
But even in my over dramatic life, my friends were still there to guide me.

*This is the first poem like this I have ever posted, i hope you like it:)