Just Me

Every day I feel empty inside Beaten by the world's eyes Where I want to die Cause if I'm me and do my best to try Why live for that resort of "paradise"? Why not rise above the shallow end but travel among the treasures that lay forgotten in our depths? The countless hours someone has denied their way to live And what clothes they set out to dirty There's a long list of which the troubled ones don't give When were thirteen, we strive for thirty To pass the phase of "growing up" Becoming the man or woman we are Many reasons may be behind my fears But it's really my faults that have developed me over my sixteen years