Doesnt have a name..

by Tasha   Feb 17, 2006


Everyday is a new day. The new fake me.
Nobody know's how I act or how i live.
You go to school putting on a fake smile,
like nothing is wrong. Smiling and saying
hi to people that u know talk behind your
back. Sitting in class getting useless
everything drained into your head you
could care less about. But you know
after school you have to go to that
dreaded house of yours, to hear
everything you dont want to.

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