My Fantasy

I wish people could understand
I just don't have the words to say
No one seems to get my answers
They just keep pushing me away

Every time you yell
Or call me that ugly name
In that precious moment of hurtful time
Things will never be the same

I'm glad you think I'm such a screw up
And cant do anything right
Its nice to know how you really feel
The back of your hand is such a sight

Lost in what is called my life
Surrounded by what is yours
Fighting just to stay alive
But my heart keeps getting sore

Getting by is just not cutting it
Something else is what it seems to be
Cutting is a simple term
Its the one that brings me to my fantasy

October 2009