I wrote this when I was mad at my self, for who knows why, but it probably shows a little....
Here I go!

The laughter seems to fade away
Smiles turning to frowns
Please, tell me why it is this way.
Why does it have to be?

The smiles begin to peek those corners again,
When people begin to converse
I wish those warming feelings would drift this way
To come and be with me
Leaving the lonely me behind...

This story I tell,
Is who I am.
At this point,
I want a new story to tell,
With different pages,
With a different end.
But I tell the wrong story,
Following the wrong plot.
Give me a new story,
Rip this book out of my hands and tear the pages.
Give me a better story,
But please, this time,
With a better ending.