It’s hard to say I’m OK when I’m not.
It’s hard all of the time.
It’s funny how no one can understand.
Because no one even knows what I’ve been through.
Sometimes I feel like I’m the only sane one in the world.
Yet other times I feel like I’m the only one insane.
I’m surrounded by lies, gossip and petty-mindedness and
I don’t know how to get out of the rut I’m stuck in.
I just don’t understand why people dare to judge me.
You don’t know me or my story
But it may be best to keep it that way.
I was in a dark place for a long time
And it seem like it will never go away
Just when I see the light
The clouds come in, the light is gone, and it is dark.
I hate the ties I have, and everything that holds me down.
I hate being judged
I hate this feeling
I just want to be happy.
Why must everything be so difficult.
Why am I so different.
Why do bad things keep on happening to me when my life seems so good.
Why is my life so obscure.
why do i have an obscure existence.