Well, I’m not too interesting,
I’m actually very sad, sometimes depressing.
I hide my feelings, I push them away,
I’m really just scared of what people will say.
I’ve gotten better, less sad.
More proud of who I am.
I mean it’s better than being sad.

In the family of mine, it’s hard to be acknowledged.
It’s hard to understand that I’m wanted.
I find myself feeling alone all the time.
No one to talk to,
no one to listen to me cry.

I mean, I have friends but I’m afraid I’ll be a bother.
Or they will think I'm just being dumb.
We all have our problems,
there’s might be worse than mine.
But that doesn’t mean mine doesn't ****.

I feel like my life is an awful mess.
I lose too many things I love.
I’ve lost my self-esteem and I think that’s what I miss the most.
I miss loving myself, my true self.
I miss the feeling of being happy with who I am.
The feeling of being proud of who I am.

I’ve gotten better though, I promise.
I don’t cry as often, which is amazing.
I’ve distanced myself from the toxic friends.
I smile more often and I love it.

I love when I smile, it’s such a joyful feeling.
Not the fake smile I give to be nice,
but the real one when I’m giggling.
It reminds me that I can be happy.

I will be happy, I promise.