Im in a world of people
But i still feel all alone
I have a bunch of people
that are living in my home
They never ask whats wrong
Yet I'm always by myself
I have not one thing to do
Except the box on my shelf
Its full of all my secrets
My promises and wishes
I also have a tank
Full of little fishes
I write silly little rhymes
My mom says they're stupid
Apparently they waste my time
But i still love to do it
I write my emotions
The way that I feel
Sometimes it makes me breakdown
The pain is so unreal
Music is also my escape
To get away , a mile
Where i can get peace and quiet
Even if it just for a awhile
Ive thought of running away
But nobody would look
Isn't the point of that to be asked to stay
Im putting all this silly stuff into a book
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Its kinda shorrt
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