The more happier I get
The more sadder I feel inside,
The more stronger I feel about myself
The more weaker I get inside,
The more I talk to others
I never spill out how I feel,
I hide everything
From the world
They think they know me
But really they don't.
The more I feel pretty
I look into the mirror
And see myself as a beast
If only people would leave me alone
They don't the real me
And they never will.
I look back at how far I've come,
And it's right here in the Stephenson family,
I may get mad or even sad
But that's what life is about.
I'll look back on this very day
And realize how special this moment has been for me