I hide my self in this dark room,
Letting my self be consumed.
What people see is not the real me,
If people tried to see,
They’d think I’m weird and crazy.
Hide! you ugly, hideous being!
Hide! and continue lying!
I’m an 18 Year old Teenager,
Impure and Insecure,
Cut and killed by my own razor.
Everyone laugh and laugh!
Soon enough, you’ll be taking a nap.
From this bright-lighted forsaken city,
Somewhere above the dark midnight sky,
There lies the most beautiful shining star
That would make a child quit her cry.
It saddens to me to say,
That these unqualified lot,
Will cease to see your beauty.
However, I myself know that you still
Shine to this day, hidden in the darkest mist.
Don’t fear the end, for You shine still in my heart
And memories, and so to me, you are real.