Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

You don't need to worry about your grades, for I will suffer more.
For how your reputation shows, I will suffer more.
I live with the pain, and for each suffering I gain a pound,
And that pound lays on my shoulders and won't leave,
No matter what they tell me,
I will suffer.
This pain inside me continually grows.
Being perfect is my only escape from my continual fattening.
And yet, 
That is an unachievable goal.
I get happy when with friends,
Only to be weighed down again, 
By the thought of this horrible pain,
I say this so that you will know,
That it is not easy to show
The feelings that we have.
Shove your pain into a box and send it on the river,
I will see,
And will accept,
And take that pain with me.
Who knows how much longer now that I will have my friends,
For once I lose them,
I will go into a downward spiral of darkness,
And won't climb up.

I will fly, I will show you guys what you can be, what I could be.
Just right now, I have to accept, well, me.
Soon guys, soon, 
It's ok, to be different, like he moon.