No one will ever understand
What’s going on inside
My poetry is my solace
The one place I can hide
Strangers can bare witness
To things I’d never tell my friends
Secrets I’ll hold on to
Until this pointless existence ends
People can’t see I need fixing
My parents, they try to help
But I’m not going to see a fucking shrink
I’d rather kill myself
It seems no one cares to bother
Why it is that I do what I do
I just wish someone could take a look
At things from my point of view
I’ll always be entertaining
A great source for comedy
It’s just too bad that nobody knows
There’s so much more to me.