I sit here in my room
writing a poem about it too
I'm thinking to myself about my life
It is sad and there is strife
I'm a lucky one I guess
My mind is falling apart
I try to clean up the mess
Keeping a smile on from the start
I begin my day, when I wake up
There is no set time
So it's not that tough
I stare at the ceiling
Wondering what to do
Then I realize for the hundredth time
I don't have anything in line
My 'friends' are at school
which I don't have
I gave it up so they wouldn't see me sad
I have it only once a week
and I'm happy once I go
I put on a smile
I don't tell, just show
I don't know what I feel
I lost that long ago
I don't know any emotion
I just go with the flow
My room looks normal
Like a real teen
but there is no emotion behind it
or is it something I can't see
Some times I force my smiles so wide
So they can't see what I try to hide
I don't feel anything when you cry
At most I want to laugh
At less I want to sigh
When I see my friends on the weekend
I smile, I laugh, I spin, I jump
They are motions I go through
That have no real meaning too
But they don't see that
They thinks nothings wrong
I hide behind this stupid mask
They wont see the real me
Even when my mind breaks at last.
