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by Erika Apr 1, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Torn between good and bad Being one way, saying different Feelings change me into sad Hate will soon come, I brace for the hit. Always one way, never the same No one knows who I truly am And I only have myself to blame I do not know at all that I can People are doubting me They can peer through my skin I am afraid they can see I do not know which side will win Torn between right and wrong Not knowing which one I am Basically I just go along I act just like them I beat myself inside for it I want myself to be consistant But its just one big inside fit Im wondering where my morals went Those goosbump feelings go away I do not realize my wrong anymore Wishing my old self would stay Thats why I am so tore