• Out of everyone in the world,
    I must live this life.
    burying my agony deep inside,
    Pretending to be a joyful person,
    I am the only one that knows,
    Who I truly am.

    Full of pain, hate, and suffering,
    Though not all of it shows.
    To cover up the truth, I leave a silly,obnoxious image
    Of myself protruding out.
    Loved by few, yet hated by many,
    I am still longing for a purpose.
    Though none has yet arisen,
    And I doubt one ever will,
    There still is a chance.
    Until then,
    I carry on.