Secret Place

Some times I just want to roll up into a ball in a corner and never come out
I want a secret place to call my own

No, I wasn’t always like this
I used to be happy
But something had to go and change it all

I’ve never been the same; my whole life has changed.
Some times for the better, and sometimes for the worse

People trying to help just makes it worse
Sometimes I’d rather be left alone, alone in my own secret place

Sometimes if I close my eyes I can imagine how much better my life would be,
If I wasn’t such a bitch
If I would stop turning people away and start accepting myself
But I can’t, some times I can hardly look at myself,
I’m a disgrace.

My scars tell a story, each story filled with anger and sadness
Only a few have read these stories, and I wish to keep it this way
Because all I need is a secret place