My Life

I go through the day wanting to yell
"I HATE YOU ALL! JUST GO TO HELL!"
But my tongue keeps silently still as my heart breaks agaisnt my will.

I want to say what I've wanted to say,
"I hate you all; just please go away."
But even if I did nobody would hear,
The truth in my voice or
My quiet tears.

So many times I've come so close to telling,
But nobody wants to hear my yelling.

They move in and out like shadows in my life,
But nobody knows that I pick up my knife.

If I ever told them they'd just shy away,
And then they'd shun me for all of my days.

They can't see my scars,
Or feel my pain,
But somehow they can cause it,
And use it to their gain.