My head hurts, or is it the pounding thoughts running through my brain?
My eyes hurt, or is it me trying to force sunshine when I see nothing but rain.
My hand hurts from me trying to write a description of my life in a song.
It’s always some good in the wrong and some wrong in the good 
But,
I never find the good in anything when I should.
My stomach feels tight, or is it me feeding into those harsh remarks?
Or is it because life to me seems like a punishment when it should be filled with happiness and sparks.
But that was then, and life has changed and life goes on ;
Now I appreciate all the anxiousness and joy in the painful wrong.
I believe in myself no matter what and you should too and I love life just how it is,
But,
It still doesn’t cover up me feeling alone, but I still never ever doubted myself even when I felt I had no one left.
I cant… No, you can
I wont… No, you will
I give up… No, keep trying
I don’t fit in… So, you don’t have to
I don’t look like everyone else… So, you’re beautiful
I love life and I love myself, that’s what life’s all about right?
Life is enjoyable and lovable through all the hatred and spite.
In life you have a thousand opportunities with only one chance,
You’re more than human!