What people call me are stupid and worthless,
so my feelings and sadness I keep suppress.
What I search for in a crowd is just a kind friend,
I would search for hours until a dead end
still nothing, still worthless, unworthy of even a glace
wishing that someone would just give me one chance.
I can be smart, intelligent, and/or bright
as bright as the stars that shine with light.
When will the answer come by my way?
to take the pain away, even if it's just for a day.
I've been through people accusing me of certain crimes,
and I've turned my head and said nothing one too many times.
Death had stared me right in my eyes,
even when a comrade fell, no tears shed, I could not cry.
Instead I show anger and say things I don't mean,
Others have to listen and read from the lines in between.
"You're just a child, you're just a kid," people would always tell me,
make me think about what I did, I started to feel guilty.
I'm mad at myself, not other people,
I want this to end, not another sequel.
Don't give up on me, don't turn your head,
I take back everything that I said.
I'm not immature, though I know I act like it,
But I did do something wrong, that I can admit.
I don't understand what I'm frustrated at more,
how I reacted to your kindness or this burden I bore.
Helplessness, hopelessness, sadness and anger,
all points that strikes at my heart like a dagger
I will learn from my mistakes but one thing I want to keep clear,
I'm not at all worthless, I'm better than I appear.