What am I?
I've been within a endless battle for years. Yet every day I hide the marks with a smile.
I'm not perfect, even at times I try to be.
I change fast to fit in with my surroundings.
I've changed so many times I don't even know my true colors.
I often question myself, even when I know im right.
I like people who I know will break my heart.
I trust too easy.
I crave the sense of having friends, yet diss my real ones.
I cry, I bleed, I breathe, I am only human