Everyday I wander what my life is worth.
I wander why I am here on this Earth.
Will there be a day where I can finally understand?
Or will they always stand there and make a demand?
My days are wonderful and full or fun.
But when night falls, the pain throbbs my heart making me want more of that warm sun.
Will there ever be a day where I receive praise?
Or do they beleive that I am not fazed?
I am not a walking peice of armor, I feel the hurt too.
