• I'm tired of my feeling, and I think my mind is getting old.
    I confess to my mistakes, but I then I'm left in the cold.
    I don't think I am anyones closest friend.
    I don't know when my hidden pain will end.
    I seem happy on the outside, but in reality I'm sad.
    I try to cheer people up, even on the days I'm mad.
    Do I look glad? Maybe you should look behind the mask.
    Should you ever ask, my answer is I hate myself.
    I don't lie,
    I never cry,
    I'm not scared,
    but I'm so unprepared
    I wish someone would clear up my darkness
    And get close enough to get my thoughts out of this cage
    I am the definiton of no dreams
    My happiness has slipped out the seams
    Should I restart? Can I rewind?
    It doesn't matter because so many are blind
    I see the reality that things come to an end
    No matter how hard we try
    True friendship and love are almost dead
    I see that most 'friends' are all in our head

    If you wonder how I see these things
    I have one simple thing to say
    I hope when your done reading this
    You'll have learned something today....

    If you think you have a friend
    And you have someone who you would choose over them
    Then that is a relationship
    That will most certainly end...