Silent Tears

I sit at home,
and cry on my own.
Too lonely to speak of
all alone.

I can't find a way
to say today,
that I'm so much happier,
than yesterday.

Colors pass by the window
as I'm on my way to school.
A single sad face
on the canvas of life.
I always feel like the fool.

But it's not OK
to say to me,
that tomorrow is
another day.
So I say...

Why can't I be her?
Why can't i be,
anything but me?

I can't stand living this way.
I can't take what I see,
All of my friends say that they know me,
but I know they're scared of what they can't see.
I walk down these halls alone.
When I die will I still be unknown?

Nobody understands
the pain I feel.
A broken heart,
that won't ever heal.
And I scream...

Why can't I be someone else?
Why can't I be anything but me?
I can't live this way.
I can't take what I see.

In my dreams I;m someone else,
because I can't stand who I am...
There's not a thing I see to like about me.
So I cry, and wonder why
no one takes the time,
to stop looking at their life's
to help me with mine.
no one cares....