People look at me,
And what do they see?
A fairy tale,
But on the inside, I'm living hell.

My parents fight,
Late into the night.
My sisters an angel,
From every single angle.

But me, I'm just me,
Nothing special, no unity.
Pieces of me hit the floor,
No one's there to mend them, just as before.

I feel pain everyday,
I feel the pain in every single way.
The days are stacato,
For me, there is no 'live the day' type of motto.

I let the days waste away,
They mean nothing to me, but it's okay.
It doesn't bother me though,
Because I have nothing special to show.
Eternal Crisis


 
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