All these people around me,
why cant they open their eyes and see,
Im not happy being me.
I have a chessy smile on and my eyes are always filled with tears.
I have scars on my arms and its sore looking down.
They bring back painful dreadful memories, i wish to not speak of...
I scar myself to show im unhappy and ungratful...all my dreams turn
bad..only mere "happy" nightmares,
My life is a mere lie, but ill live with that.
You just cant see,
Im just not happy being me.
 
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