I shut my eyes
hoping to see different
I'm telling people too many lies
But I tell the truth on print
I'm tired of crying
I'm tired of waiting
I'm tired of searching
For the glamorous things I'd expect for;
the things I detect
As I sit here writing this song or poem or whatever
I think of how I want my life to be better
No more crying, no more fighting ,
No more hiding or hitting
Everyone thinks I'm a joke
and that I've got to be kidding,
but I'm not...I'm not kidding..
but caught
In a place I call home
Yet it doesn't feel like such a dome
this isn't it..this isn't it
Home isn't supposed to be shit
But supposed to be a hit
My mom's a hypocrite
My dad's a smoker
My brothers are jokers
Though I don't find it funny
I feel like running
It's not right to feel this way
I'm supposed to be happy
Until my last day
Of course there are rough times
But you gotta keep tough
'Til those last times
when its time to say goodbye
And hi to a new life
I hope should be better
and not another life gone shitty.
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