It's weird how I feel so alone in my own home.
It seems that No one really knows.
I go home and time slows.
I'm stuck with nowhere to go.
It's hard to find hope in such a damaged home.
My mind filled of frustrated hope.
I feel so f@cking alone.
You can't fix peopel like broken bones,
It takes more than just one person in the home.
I stay by myself because it's easier than letting them destroy my will to cope.
Ill eventually leave the horrible hosts.
I'm tired of feeling so broke.
I didn't ask for parents who hate me for being alive.
I'm never good enough in their sad and broken eyes.
I can't fix what's not mine.
I can't sleep with open eyes.
When will they realize, I'm more than just a burden in others lives.
Others are inspired at my will to survive.
My parents live with closed eyes.
They took away a child sweet life.
I'm nothing but failure in their eyes.
What a big surprise.
I've learned how to live with people overtaken with closed minds.
Soon I'll be alright.
When I no longer cry from the thought of always trying to hide who I truly am on the inside.
I'm taking off this disguise, and letting the best of me strive, I've always been meant to shine.
So now I'll dry my sad and weary eyes.
It's my time to shine.
Things will be alright.