I'm stuck in this loop,
Between the boy who got his dream for Christmas
And the girl who got the boy of her dreams
Yet I, I am the one getting hand-me-downs and fake smiles
Getting the pity glances but not the real apology
Suffering from anxiety and this slow depression which has dragged me down since day one
I appreciate everything I am given,
I ask for very little,
I give old clothes to the people who need it more than I do
Yet, I still wish I could live the lives many people would take for granted,
Typing with shaking hands and watery eyes isn't the best way to write
Hoping for my friends to see the smiles instead of the pain
The pain that lies so deep sometimes I forget its there
But, then again, I still lead a life others would've wanted too,
That storybook fantasy,
But, everything isn't always sunshine and rainbows
The sad truth
Comes in the middle
