My life is not perfect,
but neither am I.
I know the feeling of neglect,
i know what it's like to want to die.
The demons inside me screaming,
I need some kind of escape.
My tired eyes gleaming,
my own mind I continue to rape.
These mocking thoughts spread like the plague,
these battles contain no remorse.
Pleasant memories seem too vague,
these unexplainable feelings have no source.
My smile may seem inviting,
I may seem more than okay.
but I have these wars I'm fighting,
"I'm fine" but don't listen to what I say.
Alas life must go on,
I'll continue to walk with grace.
Don't mind me, nothing is wrong,
you'll soon forget my face.
