Call me quiet. Call me shy. Call me hurt, but please don't pry.
I'm not a star. I'm not great, but that doesn't mean you should hate.
Life can be a pain. Life can be a mess. Life can make you feel as if you're dying of stress.
I may smile. I may laugh. I may join your little dance.
That doesn't mean I'm not in pain. That doesn't mean I don't feel ashamed. It means I'm hurt and scared to tell.
I want to say it. I want to scream, But it's hard when people are mean.
They don't understand. They don't even try. That's why I use the night as a time to cry.
It's not a joke. It's not a story. It's real life in all it's pain and glory.