Teardrops, I feel them about to fall,
sadness isn't part of it all,
confusion, stress, and awkwardness,
negative feelings are all part of this.

Someone who i truly miss,
somethings that are similar to this,
exams that i feel coming up,
me that isn't concentrated enough.

I know that there is someone who won't read my poem,
and it's her who is making me feel swollen,
but if she is reading it,
she will know that it it's her I truly miss,
and I hope that one day she'll forgive me,
for the bad friend I could have been. 

I look at our picture and teardrops i feel them about to fall,
I think about it and know that sadness isn't part of it all,
my emotions are full of confusion, stress, and awkwardness,
and just to tell you, negative feelings are all part of this.

Sometimes you feel really sad,
but you don't know what is really bad,
you feel extremely depressed,
but it's only one little thing that's messed.

You want to write it down,
but your thoughts don't flow on paper,
so you decide to write about,
how it doesn't flow for some reason.

There is this girl,
she reads when she is at school,
she studies when she is at home,
you must think she is a lucky girl,
getting good grades all the time,
you must feel jelous of her,
you must feel ashamed you cannot be like her.

She is ashamed she cannot be like you,
because she cannot play,
she cannot talk.

She lives in a lonely world surrounded by books,
she is trying and fighting to get out,
but she can't,
she is stuck to her own studyig world.

There is no escape to all those good grades.

When people pass by, they say "Hi, Wanna play?"
But she is lost inside her own world struggling to get out,
struggling to say "sure why not?"

She can't because she has spent her whole life studying,
and now she can't get out .

There is this girl,
She lives in a lonely world surrounded by books,
she is stuck to her own studyig world.
struggling to say "sure why not?"
you must think she is a lucky girl,
you must feel ashamed you cannot be like her.
She is ashamed she cannot be like you,
and now she can't get out .

The smallest slaves you will ever meet
Are out there working on the street
They fight day and night to be brave
And yet thier lives, we don't save.

They work until they're weak and weary
Until their eyes are red and teary
They collapse into a desperate slumber
The working days pass without number

Beat until bruised and sobbing
Jobs of work and jobs of robbing
Children working everywhere
Please, please hear my prayer

I think of you everyday
I try to help in every way
But some of the world doesn't realize
The pain and suffering in your eyes

So listen up, people, can't you see
Children the same age as me?
Working in factories and on the streets
The smallest slaves you will ever meet.

Nobody really thinks
Of me.

They take me for granted
They don't see

When I'm trying to say something
But there's no sound

When I want to follow
But I'm stuck to the ground

When they I fade into the background
Like an extra on a set.

When people smile at me
Like I'm some loser they've never met.

It seems like nobody knows my name,
My friends, my family, it's all just the same.

I get a little bold, then
Bam! Smashed down.

Driven back by an insult
Or a frown.

I try to smile,
I try to laugh

But in truth
They only see half

Of the person I'm hiding inside
To hide her I have always tried.

She is small and easily scared
She is quiet and has no teeth bared.

She rubs her hands,
She has nothing to say

She wants to follow,
But she must stay.

She is ordered
And bossed around
Her real side
Is tossed around

On a sea of different feelings
Of broken promises and dealings

A little boldness here and there
But she has always had a flair

Of feeling very out of place
Her curtain of hair hides her face.

This side of me I hide everyday
The side of me, unlike me in anyway.