The sorrow-Filled Bubble

This is how I describe myself.

She's a sorrow-filled bubble,

If you know what I mean.

She's as happy as can be,

At least that's what you see.

Really inside,

She's a catastrophic mess.

She's always being stabbed in the back.

By family,

And friends.

Her heart's always breaking,

And she never understands why.

She'll smile and wave to confuse you.

But when it's too much,

Then you care.

She just wants a friend,

She can trust with her life.

But,

She'll never find one.

She's living this life,

To try and be great.

But I guess this is just,

This little girl's fate.

Author's Note

Even though I have Abbie and Dianna, I still feel as though I belong somewhere else.