People think I'm happy,
People think I'm cool
But that's just what I act like
When I'm with them at school
Noone really knows
Whats going on inside
Noone really knows
How much I've got to hide
The things I have to deal with,
Sometimes they make me cry
Sometimes they make me think
Think and wonder 'Why? '
Why did the goddess choose me?
To put through so much pain,
Has it made me stronger?
These problems are insane.
There are slices up my arm
From the issues, making me stressed
They help me relieve the hurting
If not, I'd be depressed
I know this has to stop
I know the end is nigh
But is it the end of my problems,
Or the end of my life?
What am I to do,
When I am always so sad?
Shall I take the easy way out,
Would death really be that bad?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem