Seven years i live away,
Since from ten from comfort home,
The pain, the people, the lies,
The pressure and depression i had,
Since ten i was forced, to see the real world,
They think i was doing fine,
Do you know sometimes i cried at night?
And i ask, is this really the truth?
People say, growing up is the best,
The fun, and excitement, new things,
But do you think, i could have all those,
When i live by myself, and have to take care of my sister?
I kept it to my self, thinking maybe somehow it is good,
But people talk to me, as if they think they know me,
I thought so what, its ok, they are not me,
I thought,,,
What i learn so far, was that how to appreaciate,
The little things, friend, cause they do not last forever,
Small things too, cause they might be lost,,
I love my friends, families, and will never mean harm,
But i forgot,
The new people, they are not me,,,
I was being nice, and i got backstab,
By someone i call friend,
I thought the others would listen,
But they did not, and i was left for blame,,,
I asked myself every single day,,,
Why did not i tell the truth, shout my rage,
I guess there is some part of me, that tells myself,
He might be a good guy,,,
People who knew,,,told me to believe,
Believe in God, he will show you the way,,,
I believe,, i waited, and waited,
So many wrong things came,,,i still believe,,
So long has it been, its still the same,,,
Things are never my way, the good things that came,
They all never stays,,believe?
No i could not anymore,,
Life is unfair,,that is the truth,
But the amount of unfair,,to each person is different,,,
