Sad poet's mad poetry

Broken Kids

We're so much in pain
That we choose to laugh.
We don't have room for sunshine,
We're the companions of moon.
Smiling faces and crying hearts
Is what we are made of.
We've been so lost
That we call wandering our home.
We live our dreams in imagination,
Reality is cruel to us.
We're a bunch of broken kids
Living in a lifeless town.