It's so strange
the way I feel inside,
like a book on my first page
I tell the story of my life.
Now read along
It gets better so I think,
I'm always wrong
but be gentle when judging me.
I've been hurt
so many times
my hearts been broken
and my eyes have cried.
It may seem like
I've had it all,
but like day to night
you're not right you're wrong.
My hands are cold
my feet are numb
and I've been told
that I am dumb,
but I know now
that I am not
and I may have been down
but now I'm strong.
I've been through so much
In such little time
but I am tough
In my heart in my mind.
And I think It's enough
the tears that I've cried,
and though the roads been rough
I got through I survived.
I know it sounds strange
everything I held inside,
but I have many more pages
to the story of my life.