And so you run.  
And so you hide.
Forever running, from what's inside.
People say you're fake.
What do people know?
All you have to do is keep putting on the show.
Now I'm not being pessimistic.
I'm not trying to bring you down.
But think.
Listen.
Are you respected, or you just life's clown?

Bipolar mood swings. Quickly labelled.
So dramatic.

Maybe a normal teens life?

Probably.