I cant believe that i thought they really liked me for who i am.
Here i was thinking that i was something special to them. But here i am writing this poem while asking myself why?
Am i not pretty enough, or can you see the secrets i hide.
What is going on in this world i use to like so much. Maybe its this season making me unhappy, maybe it's my parents who want dare to listen or maybe it's the my school that keeps on getting worse.
I started with a little knowledge of where my future was going but now i am sitting here wondering why i am writing this poem but ill tell you why because you are the only ones that listen.
