I'm fne are the words I hesitate to say,

I seem to be lying more and more every day.

If I could change one thing it would be myself,

I'd change my job, looks, and my health.

I want to believe I'm more than I seem,

But once I'm convinced,

I wake up from that great dream.

See I let others walk all over me,

I make decisions too fast,

And, I'm forced to live,

 With this thing called past.

When things are looking up,

They just seem to fall back down,

 I want to scream, shout, and yell,

But I make no sound.

I just want to be happy, beautiful, and free,

I just want to change,

be anything but me.