For those few times
When I'm not crying in my room,
When I'm not dreaming of the day when I will finally leave,
And when I'm not trying to hide the pain and sorrow within my soul,
I spend my days
Sitting outside on the grass,
Letting the sweet wind take all the negative away.
But not even that wind is enough.
I walk in the rain so that no one can see my tears.
I hit the wall because I'm tired of all the hate.
I smile and laugh with everyone as if nothing is wrong.
But behind that mask of happiness and positively,
Behind all the make-up and laughter,
Lies a person who walks down a bare road.
A bare road that shows all the memories.
All the memories that were thought to be forgotten.
The memories of a painful past.
