Started from a dream

The wrongness of me

I am impure
I am torture
I am not the goodness that everyone sees
I am not the cure to all the people who sees
For they have mistaken the mask
That has been an out cast

Theres something thats wrong with me
that people might not want to see
Its not a bad side, its not a good side either
But for me its the bad side believer

I cant breathe every morning, sometimes at night
I would shake, close my eyes and be filled with fright
Sometimes i feel my lungs tighten
Hurting me until i lighten
Tears would stroll down my face
Throat tightens with no space

I cant run like normal people would
Even though i dream i wish i could
Yet i cant because my legs would shake and would make me sick
And my mom would think that it was just a trick

Something is wrong with me that i dont know what
I wouldnt tell it to anyone no matter what
Because if i do all eyes will be set on me
Paying bills that will only torture me

I am filled with wounds that people dont know
I would hurt myself to let the blood flow
Tears wont stroll down my face when im hurt emotionally
Because everything is wasted in this problems i see

Now that you know the things i hide
Will you be the one on my side
Now that you see do you believe me?
Everything here is the wrongness of me