When things get rough,
It seems my life is not array at all.
Not easy to remain being tough,
When omnious presence of evil takes place.

If I knew the person I am inside,
Would I be happier and less sensitive?
Soared through four names on this lifetime ride,
Am I even supposed to be the name sake of my grandmother?

I wonder if certain people even see,
How their actions bring on such mad cap feelings.
When it feels as if everyone's against me,
It's hard to remind myself reasons to live.

I guess I'll never know if I really am alone,
Or if it's just a feeling.
To be ill natured I may be prone,
With reason to believe my soul dances with envy.
 
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