How I Feel

Why is life so hard?
Why are people so cruel?
There is always those certain few,
Who think they were made to rule.

I'm sick of feeling sad,
Every single day.
I hope to God,
I won't always feel this way.

Sometimes I wish things were different,
But that will never be,
Cause if it were to happen,
I wouldn't be me.

I shouldn't care,
What people say or think.
I know I can't
Change them anyway.

People are so two faced,
They say one thing to your face.
And something different,
Behind your back.