The Soul's Autobiography

Confusion

What do you want from me?

Why can't you let me be?

All the pressure is intense

All the lies make no sense

People smile but cry inside

All is fair but all has died

Color is nothing more but grey

People don't care what I say

I cry despite the lack of tears

For all is tainted by my fears

The shadows hide my internal scars

My lonely nights are spent in bars

I do not smoke but my lungs are ashy

I am high class but my clothes are trashy

I am quite short and yet very tall

I am not scared and yet fear all

This darkness has devoured me whole

I am no more, I fulfilled my role

As the girl who suffered unimaginable pain

As the girl who was labelled simply plain