My Identity

Try so hard to fit in
don't to be alone
most pretend to be the main stream images
which paint a picture so wrong

I change all else
my clothes
my walk
my talk
my laugh
my smile
all my personality

the sun sets on the false body image
on how cool people dress and act
save myself form further damage
Must stop before I do something more for what I lack

striped of self-esteem
the people at school are so mean
too much stress to take
I cut my wrists relieving the pain I make

blood spills from my veins
I felt such horrible pain
yet does not rival what it was before
now after I'm done I live no more..

why can't I be like that model?
why can't I be so perfect,
like those in the magazines?
I keep trying to find my identity

tears flow fiercely upon the table
try as I do I can't reach this label
I'm not perfect I see
but it's just too scary being only me

nothing else to do
friends tried to be my remedy
all i wanted was to find my identity
no longer invisible to all of you

pressure from family and "friends"
said they'd be there till the end
but never showed
no, none of them had ever known

growing weaker
closer drifting to death
I say I've died because it was for the best

I caused more hurt alive
then I'd do dead
falls does the knife
as I'm finally put to rest