It is true life is unfair
to be treated as none could compare,
to people who's beautiful and perfect,
And warm like the summer air.
It is true life is unfair
Even your own family,
Does not care,
To who you truly are.
That's why we strive to be someone we are not,
To be fake,
To be happy,
To feel loved.
Then we are asked,
"Why are you fake?",
"Why are you so dumb?",
"Why are you even here?".
we answer...
"I don't know..."
"I dont know."
"I. don't. know."
I feel empty 'cause of all the critisim,
I can't do anything right 'cause all I do is wrong,
I never speak 'cause you'll just make fun off me,
I am fake 'cause that's what you want me to be.
Life is truly unfair
In the beginning its sunshine and rainbows,
Then it gradually kept getting worse,
In the end what we seek is what we wish the most.
DEATH
YOU ARE READING
Just...
PuisiA bunch of poems that is what I felt during that time and a speech which I gave my all and proud of it This is a book with a bunch of jumbold messed up dark feels.
