The Horror Show

I tried to fit in many meany times,
But they made me feel bad,like I was a deadly crime.
My cries turn to shrieks, and my shrieks turn to screams,
I drown myself in my tears,praying over and over that my life was a dream.
But then I wonder if my prayers even get to God,
Wanting never to be here again,I'm already forgotten.

When I look in the mirror,wanting to kill the monster staring back,
I looked so ugly and horrible,it's beauty I lacked.
I decay inside slowly,and I wish to see my death,
I pick up a hammer and smash the mirror,staring in horror I held my breath.
In every shattered piece,more ugly stare at me,
I runaway from the shattered mirror,crying,hoping I would be freed.

Freed from this hell,freed from the tears,
Being an invisible person to the world with so many fears.
I have noone,so why should I be here?Please end this misery,
End this pointless,painful life story.
I wanted happiness,but I'm too much of a mistake,
Happiness for me, is happiness too late.
I sit and cry until I can't take it anymore,
I go back to the glass,put one to my throat,as my lifeless body falls to the floor.