Me.

The "I Love You's, "baby's," 'beautifuls."
Memories.
All burnt into my mind.
And then you said forever.
And now I know you lied.
And lets not forget the fact that
You said you loved my smile.
Yet now you make fun of it.
And you say that I'm the child?
Well, boy, someday maybe you will learn.
That life is just a horrid curse.
Sure, it has it's ups and downs,
mostly downs it seems these days.
And when all this is over,
I know I'll rejoice and say,
"oh finally it's over, I won't be stuck pretending anymore."
And no one seems to
realize
It's just a fake smile
glued here onto my face
it's only purpose to cover my misery.
Only there to hide the pain.
And, someday, maybe you will see,
The real,
True,
Miserable,
Horrible,
Trouble causing
Person
That happens to be me.