I'm not perfect,
I'm not perfect,
I'm not perfect,
I wish i was,
I don't know why.
Sometimes i just want someone to understand,
To understand what i see,
To understand what i hear,
Understand i feel sometimes,
Witch is pain and always will be,
I act like nothing is bothering me,
That everything is OK when it's really not,
That is have no problems and joke about everything,
I admit i act like someone i'm not, Not sometimes but all the time,
When it comes to school
Or day dreaming,
But deep inside i want to cut myself to see if i am who i am,
To see if my pain is real,
To let all the tears out,
To let the truth come out,
To show people i'm not as strong as i am,
In my world,
Sometimes i just want to let lose and run,
Run away in the woods and never stop,
Or just die,
Death pops up in my head most of the time,
But not as much as it should,
I wish i just tell people who i really am,
Or even show,
Yea a lot of people think i'm crazy,
Weird,
Strong,
Weak,
Powerful,
Worthless,
Beautiful,
Ugly,
And a million other words,
I want people to live in my shoes just for five minutes,
Only five minutes,
And see how i feel every second of my life,
It only take five minutes to want to run away into that woods and never come back,
I want to be free from my Demond's and from my angels,
Just to see how it feels to be without any sprits fight over me,
Telling me what to do,
Telling me where to go,
What i should and shouldn't do,
Than go back,
Not to my life but to another world,
But to a world where i'm surrounded by angels,
And with people who understand,
Some people think they could relate to other peoples pain,
But I tell you now you can't,
You can't,
You just CAN'T


By: Me (Jocelyn Bennett)