It’s pretty much like
I’m stuck. I live in a house with people
I’m forced to call my ‘family’. I sit all alone thinking
about where I’m going in life to come to a conclusion
that’s the same as every other night on how I’m
n o w h e r
I don’t know what it’s like to be ‘normal’ but then again,
what’s normal? People call me weird but I call
n I q u e.
I live by annoying little quotes explaining exactly how
I’m hurting inside but everyone is blinded by the FAKE
smile I wear from day to day. I’m the girl that no one
gives a chance,
Not even my own father.
I wonder what it’s like to be LOVED & to have people to call
Maybe I just have bad luck, or
maybe, just maybe a miracle will happen eventually....