some times i wish i could vanish into thin air
sometimes i wish i could just go away
sometimes i wish my life would be done
but people don't see that
no i put on a smile
walk with my head up
so people don't see the real me
the real me is dark and scary
people don't want to see that
people don't care
people would just be in fear
in fear of the real me
they wouldn't talk to me
except to call me a freak
or a loser
people are mean
they make me want to vanish into thin air
its all their fault
but they wont admit that
they are just to stuck up
way to stuck up
YOU ARE READING
the story of my life
PoetryGrowing up is tough but its even harder when society labels you and tries to keep you in a box with that label.........depression with bipolar tendency's was my label bit I've grown past that who needs societys labels!!!!!!! That is what this book i...
