How many times have I cried?
How many times have I acted like I was fine?
How many times have I been called shy?
How many times have I been asked the reason why?
How many times have I wanted to be like,
others who are live-
why can't they look into my eyes,
& realize the feelings I have inside?
It may seem like a crime when a poet don't rhyme,
like I said in line five,
you got to realize,
things aren't the same with what you see in your mind.
Everyone's got a different size of the sky.
Everyone tries,
and it may go by,
but others may hold on as it's a lullaby.
They keep their dream alive,
til face to face to say hi.
In da end you will sigh,
to know that faith kept you high.
Now stay survived,
in this world full of lies.
I first started out with replies,
about how I feel in disguise.
Now I'm ending with goodbye. .and Remember to always *shine*.
