As the days pass by I am forced to be something i'm not. A puppet on a string, a face for the world to see. Confusing days pass as i am told to one thing and another. The tears i feel building up don't escape since the day i spilled them all. Pain, grief, and loneliness, the only emotions i seem to feel now. As i am force out of my safe place i come to show something i'm not. This is the story of my life over and over again no change and barely any happiness. No one cares about me, and no one asks. Mistakes define me. Imperfections shine to everyone's eyes. I am defined as depressed to many. People judge me, and hate me without cause or knowing me. how do i live through this? I don't quite know but, it seem that it's time to let my story shine before the eyes of other.
