Different sense of mind

My life left in shambles On and on they ramble Asking why I look sad Or why do I look mad I don't that just my face All of my thought erases Just limping through these places Walking past people of different races They have their own things Some deal with what pain brings I do feel emotions Though my face doesn't show it I wait for the moon To illuminate my room And soon I'm consumed By my doom There are times where life hands you lemons to do something with it That's when you make orange juice, leave them tryong to figure out how u did it There maybe times when you feel down Its best not to frown Lift your head up You are worthy of a crown