The way I act
I do not
The pain I get from my straining back
I wish I had that power to fight.
I sit amongst a crowd of people
I wish just somehow, I would be killed.
I hate my reflection,
I hate my sorrow,
I hate me,
And how I seem to be.
The way I am so nervous
I need the confidence to guide me through.
I need the strength to fix it for us…
What can I do?
