I hate my life,
I want it all to end,
Why can't everyone just be my friend?
Why must they be my enemy?
Why can't they take the chance to see me?
Why do they judge a book by its cover?
Why can't they say,"hey lets go join her,"?
Why am I here?
What did I do?
I just want to be happy,
But thats whats so hard to do,
Every time I try,
I always want to cry,
It all turns bad,
And in return I'm always sad,
When I'm happy it always messes up,
Thats what always happens,
Heh, what my luck..
Why can't I be like everyone else?
Be wanted and cheerful like regular people,
Why am I so different?
It turns people i don't know into enemies..
No matter what I do,
It always turns out bad,
And thats why I'm mad,
Also why I'm sad..
I'd rather be normal and wanted..
Or be dead and haunted..
