I try over and over again to explain,
Why outside I'm happy but inside I feel pain.
I try to attempt to speak what is real,
But influences of the words of others change the way I feel.
My family worries about the life I will live,
My friends have done things I just won't forgive.
So mixed up I don't know what to do,
I know I will be something before my life is through.
So I'll get done things at my own pace,
Even if for a while I seem like a disgrace.
With my self esteem low,
I still won't let myself go.
