Thursday, August 7, 2008


No one loves me,
At least how I love myself.
When I'm hurt I cry,
I wish I was dead at times.

When I'm sad,
I pretend to be happy.
When I'm ashamed,
I look down to the floor.

When in fear,
I won't be merry.
When I'm afraid,
I see things blurry.

When I'm furious,
I can't think straight.
The sun is a dark cloud,
Colors aren't so bright.

I cry really hard,
When it rains it pours.
But i hate to show it,
Cause I want to be perfect.

These are idiotic troubles,
I feel betrayed.
Kicking and screaming,

I laugh but its odd laughter.
Laughter a maniac would laugh.
No one loves me,
Laugh to that.