Face to face you hid behind your fears,
But at home all you ever want is to be alone.
They hold no understanding of you,
And only care about your cloths.
How shallow the depth of your conversation,
How petty your gossip.
How child like you feel,
Stuck in a loop of nail painting.
You feel crushed and lonely,
Yet people surround you,
Heartless uncaring people,
Who love your necklace and would like to take it.
A long with everything else you don’t want.
What is this dull ache in your chest?
What is this need to cry?
Why does your face ache with this false smile?
These soul crushing shopping trips,
Them guys checken you out,
That feeling of misunderstanding,
Then you see black.
A shop full of sadness,
Your friends laugh and scoff,
This hurts you more,
You’re torn, between fitting in and being happy.
You chose fitting in,
You decide to conform,
So much easier,
Than to life with scorn.
