Little Ol’ Me
Nobody lets me even finish my sentence before they start to be mad and yell at me. I keep trying to find the reason and understand why i can’t do anything right.
Why everything feels like its because of me.
Why i can’t seem to make and keep people happy.
I feel like all i do is seek and destroy and thats
not what i want to do so it makes me upset and causes me to cry.
My pain is way deeper that what everyone fails to realize
and thats why it seems as if i snap for nothing or i scream about anything.
I have to scream because no one hears me when i’m dead and i have to be louder than the voices in my head. I don’t know what to do, or who to be but little ol' me.
