Reflection.
Is what I see,
not what I want to be.
Asking myself is this really me?
Perfection.
Is what I strive,
hoping for it sometimes is what I think keeps me alive.
Perception.
My opinion is,
just another sad kid.
I wish what I was saying was just a fib.
Depression.
It's only a feeling,
Inside I'm dealing.
Layers.
Layers of:
Hate.
Tears.
Anger.
But would it even help?
