Terrified and tormented,
It is about how it is for me.
Bullied and verbally beaten,
Please somebody bandage me.

Delightful donations this how I want to be,
In my extreme, exited to believe.
Having caring courage, this about right for me.
With a happy gratitude hangs great gesture, with open opportunities.
Unseen innocence this how they judge me
Mystifying unicorns, this is how I want to dream.

Tangled in a social network, trying to be free,
To have my independence, so somebody notices me
All the wanting willingness of all the variations, restoring poetic piece,
Will this be my victory?
In an emotional triangle, always pointing at me,
In my teenage years please look out for me.

Hiding my gentle tears, for you not to see,
Handling the problems, of my teenage years
For no one to have my fears.
Speaking aloud all the problems, I here
My voice no longer feels it needs to have the fear.

Somebody always has the answers, makes it sound so clear,
However, when I’m on my own, then comes my greatest fear.
Trying to remember, the words I heard so clear.
The jumbled up sounds, blend in to my tears.
When the trouble starts, I try to leave my fears,
But drowning in my emotions and the cloudy eyes of tears.

So now, I feel the danger creeping in my anger,
Cause now I blame myself for feeling like a tangle
In this anguished pain, not to feel so plain,
I take my life and end it with an angel.