I wish someone had told me, why this world was made, why the flowers bloom, or why I can't feel happy. I wish someone had told me, somewhere a world wasn't made, somewhere flowers can't bloom, somewhere I can feel safe. I wish someone had told me, nothing can be changed, nothing is the same, nothing has true reason. I wish someone had told me, someone feels the same, someone knows these things, and someone is like me. I wish someone had told me! Why didn't someone tell me? No one could tell me, just how painful it was, just how dark it can be, or is it just not clear to me? If only someone had told me, it might not have

I'm not pretty. I'm nowhere near beautiful. People will act like I am. They'll act like I'm a good person. Trust my word, they're wrong. I'm not nice. Every one of my friends says I am. They're wrong. They say I'm always happy and crazy. They don't know they half of it. Everyday is hard, a struggle. Inside I feel as though I'm rotting. Heh. I'm even crying now. All I see in the mirror is a weak person, not unlike myself, who ties to be strong. I can't be strong. That's now how I was built. Every person has something bad going on, I know that. We all know that. But there is no one who knows how I feel. Some people would argue with that. Do I s