do you really know what i grow through ? when i wake up every morning to find out that i have no home that i'm living in someone elses house to got school be called an outcast because i choose to be something different to have people stare at me every day like i'm some kind of freak show have you ever wondered what its like to be in my shoes to have to put them on and lace them up every day sometimes i wonder do people know what i really go through just because i'm fifteen years old doesn't mean nothing i feel like an adult that has gone through many lifetimes just because i have a smile plastered to face every time you see me doesn't mean nothing i hurt just like everyone else i cry, i get mad, sad, jealous, insecureΒ Β every thing you can think of so do you really know me ? do you really know what i go through? so next time you say my life is horrible look at somebody elses life my regards