Everytime I smile its turned to a frown,
Being happy is whst I used to know,
Why is everything and one called a hoe,
My frown turns to rain
Thats why I hope it snows
But I don't want people to know how I feel,
Sometimes the thrist is real
Home I feel alone
Sometimes you just gotta let go
My life isnt a fairy tale that's all I know,
I try not to bitch about it tho
Being happy with who I am
But who am I suppose to be
Matter fact who am I suppose to marry,
When I will be happy no one knows,
Being a survivor that deserves some praise,
Let your emotions out
Might help once in awhile
~Ayanna💚
