Sometimes people are hard to understand
I can never be myself in front of them
Lying is always needed to fit in
Very little can I be true to myself
Every time I lie, I die a little bit inside
River of sorrow and pain is all I've ever known
Like a flower blooming after the cold winter
I found a silver lining to my darkness/sorrow
Now I can be who I am
I can take charge of my life and enjoy
Now I can stand up for everyone to see
Getting better and better with the help of my love ones beside me.
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Short Stories Written in High School!
Short StorySome short stories written by me when I was in high school. The Image is not mine. The Image belongs to the proper owner who I don't know.
