Me

My life is too short
To be sad the way I am.
To always hurt

And lie that I'm Sam.










My mind is too young
To be full of insecurities
My heart holds too much love
But my mind disagrees.









I'm pretty on the outside
As well as the in.

My mind thinks it's a lie
But i force myself to grin



I brush my hair back
And tie it in pig tails.



My childhood was a wreck
As if everything failed.


I whisper to myself
That my life is getting better.
That i am my own help
As i pull on a sweater.

Hide myself up
So no one sees the pain.
I wish i could love
But i'm not the same.