I feel so trapped, like a bird in a cage,
and I'm stuck here, my hands clenched in a rage,
Becuase I just want you to look at me,
I just want you to see,
I am the person who you always wanted me to be,
I work hard, I play hard, I fight hard,
I never back down,
I shoot for the moon,
I strive for my greatest potenttial,
In fact,
You should be grateful to have what you have,
to hold what you hold dear
But you still look at me that way,
you look at me that way and you say,
"Couldn't you have tried,
to be normal.
Couldn't you have tried,
to be good?"
Tried?
Everyday I tried,
through the tears I cried,
adn the lies I lied,
and the secrets I hide.
All I did was try.
I'm sorry to you.
I'm sorry that somedays I get so angry,
and that some days I am to sad
I'm sorry that this is the real me,
I'm sorry that I act so mad.
I'm sorry that you have to see this,
and try to go on with your life,
and act like your child is happy,
when really she strives to survive.
But when you ignore what I'm saying,
There is no pain that one can understand.
I know to adults and to you, it's just a "teenager thing"
But if I look at you clear in the eyes,
and I'm not seeing the blue skies,
and you listen to my cries,
and you know that I tell these lies,
then why don't you help?
All of you.
Teachers, doctors, friends, family, strangers,
If it's so plain to see,
that written all over me,
is hopeless and angry,
desperate and afraid,
I just want you to notice
"and say, Hey...It's ok.
Sometimes we just feel this way"