I sit here
Wondering what life means to me
Is there a reason, I am here?
Am I a dissapointment
Or one to be proud of
Maybe I'm both
But when I ask, no one knows
They just tell me things to keep me happy
It bothers me
Because I know when they aren't being serious
I hate it, when they lie to my face
But I have no way of stopping it
Over and over, I hear their untrue words
Yet they act as if they really were true
But I guess It's just life
And they can live it in a lie
But I refuse to.

 
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