31 December 2012

I worry about myself sometimes,

Many people don't hear my helpless cries.

I'm good at putting on a fake smile,

Haven't smiled properly in a while.

I'm totally different to my friends,

I think I've come to a dead end.

I'd rather lock myself in my room,

But I know I'd give up very soon.

So I stand up tall and brush depression off,

Getting rid of the person I know I'm not.

I try to smile everyday,

Be mature and polite is what they say.

Smiling now is not so much as a chore,

And sitting in my room is now a bore.

Even though me and my friends aren't the same,

We still hang out and act real lame.

I made the effort to sort my life out,

I succeeded in this and I wanna laugh and shout!

RandomGirlLaugh And Shout • Opuss № I