Me
I am bitter this I already know...
I am paranoid, Yet put on a good show.
I am vein even though I hate what I see..
I am waiting to be loved, yet needing to be set free.
I am one in a million, yet still second rate...
I am in denial refusing to accept my fate.
I am in seclusion yet there are no doors..
I am in control yet picking pieces of me off the floor.
I am the rain on your parade and the rainbow when its over...
I am the unluckiest girl you ever met, but still your four leaf clover.
I am a train wreck and this to you will soon reveal..
I am an empty vessel unaware of what I am with no ability to feel
