What Remains

In time i get better.
When the tears run from my eyes.
Pain and anger, kills in side.
I take everyday in.

I take what they throw at me.
I hand my work and put a smile on my face.
But really Im lying.
There's no smile there.
There's hurt.

I stay positive.
But im so shy sometimes it hurts to speak.
Even when i do speak everyone turns to me,
They look me straight in the eyes.
But i cant bring myself to say anything.
All those smiling faces waiting for an answer.
Im sure their life is better than mine.

Im okay now.
But still I take in what the day gives me.
I learn new things everyday.
But the anger that remains inside when i hurt myself.
I feel like i wanna dye.

Sometimes it hurts to speak.
Sometimes i just cant focus on my work.
Sometimes i cant bring the words to say things propperly.
It comes out all jumbled up.
Thats what makes me a loser.

And when i cry i feel like a loser.
But they just laugh.
They think its funny to see someone sitting there alone.
Alone, alone, alone...ALONE.