• Coldness in my body.
    Wetness in my eyes.
    Embedded streams down my cheeks.
    Hate in my soul.
    Unwanted, unappreciated.
    They tell me I'm conceited.
    But, I'm not.
    They say, "I'm not good enough."
    Am I?
    Who am I?
    Am I useless?
    My dad's to tough.
    My mom always takes his side.
    Her and I aren't as close as we used to be.
    And that means I have noone else there for me.
    I'm alone on this Earth.
    Except for some friends.
    But they don't know everything.
    I wish they did cause their love is what mends.
    I love my friends.
    They're always there for me.
    I can be who I wanna be.
    But around my family?
    No counting on being me.
    So....
    Coldness in my body.
    Wetness in my eyes.
    Embedded streams down my cheeks.
    Hate in my soul.
    Unloved, uncared for.