They call me a freak cause they don't understand,
Why I am the way I am,
They think they know me,
But they don't even see,
The deeper, truer, real side,
The one that I always tend to hide,
They have never looked past the flawless surface,
Cause if they had, they'd know this,
My heart is torn, my soul is broken,
and a tear is shed, for each word unspoken,
Lost, and cold, cause I'm all alone,
sometimes I wish my name were on a stone,
wishing for peace,
but all I get is a piece taken away from me,
breaking me down, tearing me apart,
always starting with my heart,
so I go through each day,
growing more tired, and feeling played,
hoping when I go to sleep I might not wake up,
cause I don't understand how everything got f**ked up........
~OK this poem makes no sense but yeah please rate or comment thanx~
