Up for fun, likes to fool around.
To everyone else I'm a normal girl,
Studies hard, paties hard too.
But they dont know me at all,
They dont see the poetic voice trapped inside me.
Why cant they see the girl behind the smile?
Maybe its my fault,
I cant expect them to see what is hidden way.
I sit by my window writing these poems,
putting my pain into songs,
And writing stories using my sometimes frightening
imagination.
They think I'm just another "preppy",
Do they know I listen to my rock music religiously
just to get me through another day?
I guess all this makes me fake,
Like shampoo and conditioner,
Im two in one.
It makes me sick to think about it,
Im just another faker, a lier and a pretender.
But dont hate me,like I hate myself,
Its all because Im too afraid to show myself,
For who Iam,
Because I know all they will do is bring me down,
And I'll start falling,like the wilting rose.
Dead and withered,lifeless and fallen.