I live each day and die every night,
I smile altogether, to make it all seem right,
And tho, things get scarier sometimes,
I still smile to mask the darkness inside.
I smile each day and cry every night,
Thinking what my parents would be,
If I give them a grade of 95 or 75,
Can they treat me better or much worse than now?
I laugh hard each day and sob every night,
Crying about how the world was never right,
How it never showed me the beauty of life,
How it never got me to anything but mud?
I am flawless each day and scarred every night,
Wrist bleeding out, tears streaming down my cheeks,
I die every time the class ends,
Because I became silent and dead.
Everytime I go inside a home, that's not mine.