if only you could hear
the thoughts inside my head
how sometimes i feel so bad
i wish i were dead

i hide my feelings with a mask
of deceit and lies
the only question that i ask
why?

why is MY life so bad
when so many others' are good
why is it when im around people
i feel so misunderstood

nobody knows how i feel
no one understands me
how can this life be real
it's as bad as it can be

they say that i am just
an immature child
they ask me why i get so worked up
when my accusations mild

books say what im doing
is an act of rebellion
i say please stop
choosing who i am

they say dont be so melodramatic
you are just a kid
they say im just a statistic
and that i dont need to live

maybe they're right
maybe thats why i dont belong
but im still gonna fight
cause i know im not wrong

i am who i am
dont tell me who to be
because i will and can
always be me

they try to keep my locked up tight
never to be found
until they have washed my mind
clear of that troubled soung

the sound that keeps me awake at night
it troubles me so
but away the demons it does fight
so ill let it grow

sometimes i think ill end all this
and go and get the knife
and hope that someone would miss
how i was in life

but no one will
for i am no longer loved
and i havent been ever since
i was dropped down from up above

but i guess thats not the answer
at least not for today
so ill put my mask back on
and finish life, my play
 
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