Life is just a beautiful lie
Hey
I know you feel alone
In this place we are forced for years on years to call home
When I hit earth I entered hells dome
It is a scary place we all have to Roam
So I decided to write you poem
About this… the wonderful place we call home
A place where it rains
Where there’s nothing to gain
So we try an maintain
A bad life we restrain
We work hard all day
To get to that place
Where we wither away
Then suffer in pain
We get to that point
Where we wanna give up
Because during the day
Some say it’s a beautiful lie, others say it’s a horrible lie…But I agree with the horrible lie…How happy I act…I guess this is why I am going to be an actor when I am older…no matter how happy I look…inside…my heart is crushed and my soul is shattered…I am really hurt…and somehow…I have these five great friends and a therapist…along with a great teacher…but this just…hurts…