confused.
fustrated.
running in circles with open wide eyes
hands shake with nervs of anger, holding my fist tight.
saying: why me? why cant i be like that?
what makes you so special in this world with good luck?
can i have some of your good luck?
if you give up on love and hope, is everything supose to go wrong?
what if i gave alittle bit of my heart away, will something good happen to me?
maybe if i give a glace of love to someone with my eyes to make them feel special will there be brighter days than today?
why does everything have to be such a struggle for some people like myself?
what makes the other people so special but not us.
whos their to blame but ourselfs - is it the people around us?
our parents? family? friends? or is it just how life is suppose to be for some people...