Why?
Why am I the one that always has to cry?
The one that has to feel the pain?
The one that feels that they are going insane.
The one that wipes away her own tears.
The one with countless amounts of fear.
The one that feels they been stabbed in the back.
The one who just can't stay on the right track.
The one with the fake smile.
The one that is always the liar.
I am the one.
The one and not only one.
If you knew me, you might be able to understand.
That all I really want is a helping hand.
I honestly think I may never free.
Why me?