When people look at me,
A corrupt image is what they see.
The happy, outgoing guy
Living a big lie.
It doesn’t seem as if anything is ever wrong.
But nobody knows what’s going on.
The anger, hate, and low self worth,
I don’t know where these thoughts have birthed.
I feel like a disgrace.
And I want to leave his earthly place.
I wonder when this life will end,
who will miss me, I have but a few friends.
I hate living this big lie.
I wish someone would hear my cry.
Is there someone out there,
someone to show that they care?
Growing up was really tough,
because I was never good enough.
Everyone said I would never succeed,
all this harassment I did not need.
I never had anyone I could truly call, friend,
oh how this seems to be a repeating trend.
I want to be the person that everyone wants to hang out with,
But this seems only to be a myth.
