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, insecure 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