The real me

I'm weak, tired and fake. I can't have a clue and I can't control my life.

You probably know more than me where you go in life.

I'm about to fall anytime, I use to cry for this pain but I don't.

You probably suffer less than me, or for something who people can care.

I'm about to yell everytime my mom tells me to change my feelings.

The one for who I care the most is beautiful, suceed in sucess and school stuffs.

The one for who I care the most is a kind of smiling, light up the atmosphere and

I'm growing dark because I'm not able to accept the fact that everyone is better