Alone

I want somewhere to go
besides this broken home.
I need someone to say
"I love you", because they want to,
Or at least for who I am.

I'm trying to find a place
in someone's heart.
But everything is so much
harder then I thought it would be.

I want to be found.
But at least I can cry now.

Because I'm all alone.

I turn my music up,
as loud as it can go.
Now no one can hear me screaming.

I don't think I can lie much longer.
Not one thing is right.
Yet I still have to smile.
I have to be "myself."
But no one really knows who I am.
Not even me.