Another day in the life of me

I am the pure image of imperfection cause not once is some thing right,
I feel as if I'm locked up and my only choice is to fight,
striking back out of anger or maybe out of fear,
screaming loudly in hopes somebody might here,
my cries of anguish can be heard up and down this lonely street,
and everyone ignores me just like they have my dreams,
they push me aside hoping that I'll disappear,
and about this time is when everybody See's my tears,
I sit in my room with my music up loud so no one hears me scream, with my blade trying to cut out all the pieces of me that aren't what they seem,
so maybe when I'm finally gone, they'll sit and think about how they done me wrong,
but I doubt it since no one seems to care,
so I'm stuck here feeling lonely, out of place, and scared,
I sit and pray for someone to come along,
and let me hear the tune of a different song,
the beat of happiness, the sound of laughter in my ears,
and maybe this time everything will end with a smile instead of tears,
I always think that tomorrow might be a brighter day,
but sadly when I wake up everyone's still the same,
waking up to reality hoping and praying it's all a dream,
then realizing it's not and that it's another day in the life of me.