Life

No one knows what its like
To be someone who is me
Life is pretty much worthless
Thats not how its suppose to be
No one in this world loves me
I am just hated by everything and everyone
I just sit there thinking
When my happy days are yet to come
My parents constantly yell at me
My friends do nothing but lie
I cant trust no one anymore
So I sit alone watching the days go by
I want to escape from everything
Run away to my own land
Be free to do what I want to do
Then my time would be grand
One day I will be happy
But who knows when that will come
Maybe today or tomorrow
We'll just have to wait and see what's yet to become
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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