i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken

the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices

people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself

This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing

maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it

he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him

How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past

I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine

Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life

If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?