There are these little things called words.
They wrap around my heart so tight,
And though you meant not to speak them,
They have already escaped your lips.
So no longer am I looking forward,
And there's no way I'm looking back.
Unless I want to be trapped again in a sea,
Your sea of lies.

People think they know me but they couldn't be more wrong. Just because I'm always smiling does not mean I can not carry a frown. I have emotions like everyone else I feel hate, anger, and despair. So why is it that here I can not do that. Where I am I have to smile, I have to laugh and I can never frown. I am sick and tired of these emotions. I want to feel anger, I want to scream and yell. But then again I just want to be alone. If I want the attention I'll look for it. Can't you see. There's no such thing as someone whose always happy. And I can't wait to find the time that I can finally be me. But then again its always been the same. Once we meet face to face that idiot I become, it governs me and owns me and never will I be free.