Life</3

I try to run and hide 

but you always find me,

I go left, you go right.

Who are we?

Just another pretty face, 

memories,laughs,cries

But I manage to keep it bottled away,

From you and me,

from this so called "us".

What does this mean?

Comtemplating on whether I should take that dive,

In fantasy or reality, 

feeling all the stares 

From people that dont even know you,

Wanting you to fail at everything you do,

Trying to please evryone around you

But they kick you in the face 

Build you up to break you down 

But who am I to judge a book by its cover.