This poem... is how I truly feel in the world. I may seem nice and sweet on the forums, but how I really feel in the real world.... My life is like a grey cloud. As well as many things... The evil voices in my head are loud... I wish I could grow wings. I can fly away, among other things. But respect in life is a last resort But nobody calls me lean, Instead they call me other things. I want respect, my biggest desire. But people think I'm a lier..... I am sad and lonely, not a lie. Nobody likes me, that is why. As my tears form a lake, I try to stay awake. My happiness is dying And I am not lying. I wish I could run away.... Where flowers and grass began to sway... Where I am loved. ~KTW
