It couldn't be true could it?
How?
I need an answer how am I so broken ? How I'm so messed up?
I'm always feeling angry or not feeling **** at all.
I'm scraming in my head all the time , I am closing my eyes trying to stop .
Why is life so ****** up , why it has to be this hard?
Mommy don't you cry I'll pull you together even if I'm down.

My pink toes my jerky
Driftwood something yellow
Like hot dogs something nuts
Like a grren home run
Ya my rest
My privacy
My screaming snooze dreams.
Somone spun lip stick
Like ******* or keats
Somebody kised
My drunk asain drunk neck
Somebody killed
Somedy went to their mother
Im under winsheilds scraming phony
Co piolet tuaila valley
Look left we kicked shopping centers
Some man who screams like
Short *****
Goes listen
I finally admitted you did my back
Caking dizzy scream
Some man my hair
Some man i hate
Some man nobody wants
Bedz wax
He whines hes called blood
He dri ks steak he won
He beat the used ****
Well here goes privacy
My red head tok my room room
I cat litter the bay dreams
I find rade im gay
My **** i pace the boys
It seems everyone hold my dads hat
Ifi could kiss my dad
Tell my mom she runs with seaweed
Wehat we ****
We buy we ***** drinks
Why keep something
I dream of addictive ****
I dream of inteligance
My dad gre wild my dads dad would of hated my hair cream my dads dad respects ******* but swore a white mans
Hair cut belongs in the red blue cut atoms apple break down who runs who kills who wears
Who goes home with no fault until pies goose her.  Well
She love my cards when the carpets partedand checkersmeant seing aa young man wit no control.
Howmany now
Since im older
Ever wished they just ****** the boy
Howmany got freedom
No body they only hope love got a better *******
Love got a wiser time!

It's hard being her.
The girl who is always
smiling.
She smiles even though she feels
pain.
She has friends who are
perfect.
But she's not.

She's the girl who always
walks
with her head so far
down.
Not knowing that she is so
beautiful.
She hides under her transparent
skin.

She's the girl who
laughs
even though she's dying to
scream.
She just wants to finally let the anger
out;
To let everyone know how she really
feels.

But she's just the girl who
can't.
Because she lets everyone
step
all over her that she now has
footprints
on her already marked, sad
face.

Because she's the girl who people can
see
but never actually listen and
hear
what she's yelling and
scraming
for everyone to finally
notice.

So she stays the girl who
cries.
And who is always covering up her
sadness
with a gleaming, fake
smile.
And who stays deathly quite
always.