' never knew I always came on colder than I felt.
But I don’t see anyone around that is a true friend for me.
They all have best friends, I never found one.
They give me criticism, I try to use it to my advantage.
Then someone tells me it’s just a put down.
I’m sick and tired of doing all the work and having everything blamed on me.
They have no idea what I’ve gone through.
It’s just getting harder, I’m still having hard times.
Give me a break before I do.
I try to smile when someone’s feeling down and when their crying I like to help them out.
But all I see is no one helping me and I’m the one that’s helping them.
I’m glad to help and to be of some use, but I need direction to.
I’ve grown up with everyone doing wrong and I still know what’s right.
They treat me like I’m eight years old.
They don’t trust me, cause they think I will tell.
They don’t know how many secrets I’ve kept and not told. And I don’t know what’s the point of trying anymore, I guess I do it for myself.
Then they say I’m so selfish.
I don’t do anything for myself, I’m always helping someone else.
No one looks up on me, everyone looks down on me.
I guess that’s what makes me work even harder.
I try to smile when someone’s feeling down and when their crying I like to help them out.
They don’t ask too much, but sometimes I feel crushed.
Isn’t that what life is all about?
I never cry.
No matter how sorry I am for myself, the tears don’t fall down.
I just don’t want to be called an “it.”
I don’t want my friends to yell at when I don’t know my philosophy.
I want to be known in history.
I want to be respected and that’s is one of my life goals.
So give me all your criticism.
Give me all your dirty looks along with those old dusty books that are kept up in the attic and no one has ever read them.
I bet I could find the perfect story.'