My life

I try to pretend like my life is perfect and its not
but i stay content and try to maintain what I've got
i hate the people that i live with but here is where i have to stay
but when i turn eighteen, trust me I'm on my way
all these people that i talk to are only here to try to relieve my pain
but i still feel a void so what do i really gain?
just a lot of drama and yea it keeps my life full
but its all weighing me down like an unusual gravitational pull
my life is a mess but no one really knows it
So i write my feelings in my notebook, the only thing that can hold them
anger and sadness, i can't even control it
tears streaming down, no one to console me