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by QuietDreamer Aug 27, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Trying to break free of the mold Everyone has placed me in All my efforts are in vain, They reclassify me everyday Trying to erase all the names Everyone says behind my back All their labels whispered for me That I hear everyday If everyone else can change Why can't I? If everything adapts or evolves in a lifetime When is it my turn? Every morning I wake smiling, In false hope. Hoping today is the day I stop being me.