when I was a little kid
nobody liked me
I ran and hid
in my own little world
but now I'm stuck
inside my own head
I have no luck
in trying to get out
I hate myself and I wan't to die
but nobody knows why
cause I can't tell them
from inside my head
life doesn't look real
so why go on
life is of no use to me
this is something
only I see
for that everyone is blind
I go to heaven
and leave you all behind

-The Poet
you think I'm different, when we are truly the same, I only show what others hide.