*Ofcourse this is a poem about me. About how...
There once lived an angel...

As I walked down that snowy road
I looked off to the distance...

I'm happy, then sad
Go from OK to feeling like I've been stabbed...

She painted her arms red,
because she thought she was dead...

I wear a mask everyday, don't ask why,
for I may cry. I wear it so I can lie...

The rose as everyone knows
has it's beauty and bliss...

Who was I to say things
Would stay the same and never change...

Living without showing emotion
is like swimming in the ocean...

Behind these green eyes
Is a little girl who cries...

My body is tired, but my fears keep me awake
I try to make it through the night just for my own...

Oh Beautiful lies..
What dry tears you cry...

This past week seems no less than a century
The pain and tears are killing me...