I sit and stare blankly out of the window,
Watching the cars go by,
the rain making puddles on the street.
What am I thinking about, you ask?
I'm thinking about how I just need a break,
Not a school break but a life break.
Nothing seems to be working out,
I guess not everyone can have a perfect life.
Maybe I just wasn't good enough back then,
Maybe I'm still not good enough.
What's the point of trying anymore?
I get dressed, I put makeup on,
But what for?
I don't have anyone to look pretty for,
At least not anymore.
