no love, no hate,
no joy, just pain,
dark clouds cover me as i sit here in the rain,
I cant control whats going on up inside my brain,
from what I do and how I live,
I might as well be ashamed,
everywhere I go people play me, like imma game,
I re-live the hate,
when they discraminate,
my life's in peices like a broken plate,
I tried to fix it, but it was to late,
people always judge me for my looks like imma book cover,
but when they really finally find out what's inside, they run and hide.

BY: MALEEK
JOHNSON