I see it all through a fuzzy haze.
My smiles, my frowns, my cheerfulness;
all part of the same happiness.
Yearning to be a teen,
But fearful of losing what's between.
Can I take the heat?
Or will I be beat?
Will I be forced to cry?
And long to be in the sky?
But most of all,
Will I be loved like I should,
By my parents who stood,
Like they didn't care at all?
Now that my childhood is gone,
I wish that I would belong.
The anger, the hate
Of being out late;
The frustrations, the stress
Between family and school.
The smiles, the frowns, the laughs;
They're all part of an act,
To make people believe
That I'm stronger that that.
But nobody knows
There's a man in my head,
Who wishes that I were dead.
He says to stop the fight,
By going out of sight,
But I mustn't listen to him,
Right?!?!
