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by Avrii Monrielle Jun 8, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
People try to tell me That you can't change a person I don't believe them Not a word But still, you can't force a person To hate or love someone You can't make them into a copy They have to make the choice themselves Only problem is What if that person is me? Why can't I change? Thing is, I die inside But I don't mean to I want to be happy I just can't seem to I don't know why, but it seems so long Since I could relax for real I'm so tired of it And people bother me without trying I wish people could see I have no way of smiling I just can't smile; it's very strange I cannot define myself; I cannot change Why, when I'm alone, or with my best friends Am I so good, but others do I dread? It is so strange in this world Sometimes I wish I could be A different girl I love people, I know I do But some just get on my nerves These androids think they can label me I'm not "goth" or "emo", have you heard? I'd rather stick to myself I can never, ever change I might feel different wherever I go But the person I am still stays I try so hard to be myself But I seem to have lost touch Life has become a hassle A load that is too much No, I'm not depressed I'm just very annoyed Why should bad things happen to me While others get a choice? People call me negative I truly do not care They don't truly know me My outside person do I share If people knew me on the inside Really, truly deep Then they would know why I am The person I call me I'm scared of facing the world That hates me for who I am But in my heart I know I do not mind them I can stick to myself I am my own best friend Those who understand me Will know why I never say it's the end I might not show my bright side I might not act the best But please, people, enough with the act We all have a side that we dread My side just happens to be One of those sadly cursed Too shy to even speak Too sensitive, always feeling what hurts But the things of today Won't be remembered tomorrow That is why the day after I wipe away my sorrow