I have grown up a lot these past few years.
My emotions have gone on a rollercoaster of tears.
I still don't know who I am supposed to be.
Or what is attempting to mold me into me.
We are put on earth for a test.
But I feel I have made a huge mess.
I walk into my room to find my mom crying.
I'm a disappointment who had to keep fighting.
Music is becoming the only thing I can relate to.
Beside running outside for something to do.
I have this aching in my chest that won't go.
Each day I begin to feel even more low.
I don't have a person I can share this with.
If I do tell my feelings I know they'll go stiff.
Because they'll realize I'm on the edge of life or death.
Or they'll realize it's to late before I've left.
I am confused on what is right and wrong.
I search my music for a sign or a song.
Something to lead me on my right path.
Before it's too late and I'm torn in half.
Yet I already feel as I have been torn.
I wish things were as simple as when I was born.
Sadly life wasn't made like that.
The stress in my body isn't health, I'm fat.
My self-confidence has gone down the drain.
And I think I'm beginning to go insane.