Why Should I?
Why should I care what others think?
They only replace me faster than one could blink.
Why should I care about my grades?
Can't I just care about the progress I've made?
Why should I listen to one I call a friend?
When I know it's only lies they amend?
Why should I conceal what I feel?
Why can't I just let other people deal?
So many years, I've been trapped in this box.
Hiding myself under number pus locks.
Hiding my sadnes under a small gentle smile,
The when someone gets suspicious I crank up the dile.
Never has someone tried to break through,
They just teach me how to act if they ever do.
Never do I cry myself to sleep,
I don't allow feelings that deep.